LYRICS: The arms of a frozen figure out wide(?) With a wooden cross making up his inside A human form his rags provide Out in the weather A coat and cap that sits askew The holes and hay let the wind pass through But as long as he can scare a crow or two Out in the weather With foes in black feather Through yellow it shows in the rapeseed glow He does the one thing that he loves and knows Scaring crows If his mouth could shout, then swear he would And a fist he’d wave had he limbs that could But his presence is enough to do some good Out in the weather But the day is sure, it’s a matter of fact When the birds get wise to the menacing act That his image hides the movement lacked Out in the weather With foes in black feather Through yellow it shows in the rapeseed glow He does the one thing that he loves and knows Scaring crows Fearing for his pride, as he stands out there alone If his arms were just untied He’d kill two birds with a single stone The right wing, left wing, sitting on the fence Leading a vote of confidence The rogue(?) crow plans his offense, out in the weather And taking heed of the casting vote Swoops and lands with a scornful gloat Sitting proud on the scarecrow’s coat, out in the weather And I’m sure there’d be tears had he eyes that cried For the mockery this scene implies When the murder follows his purpose dies With foes in black feather Through yellow it shows in the rapeseed glow He fails at the only thing he knows Scaring crows
Brilliant
Looking forward to seeing them live at the Southdowns Folk Festival 2021
Happy to have just discovered these guys. Very, very cool! Thank you for posting.
Great song all the best with your new album :-)
This is Awesome
LYRICS:
The arms of a frozen figure out wide(?)
With a wooden cross making up his inside
A human form his rags provide
Out in the weather
A coat and cap that sits askew
The holes and hay let the wind pass through
But as long as he can scare a crow or two
Out in the weather
With foes in black feather
Through yellow it shows in the rapeseed glow
He does the one thing that he loves and knows
Scaring crows
If his mouth could shout, then swear he would
And a fist he’d wave had he limbs that could
But his presence is enough to do some good
Out in the weather
But the day is sure, it’s a matter of fact
When the birds get wise to the menacing act
That his image hides the movement lacked
Out in the weather
With foes in black feather
Through yellow it shows in the rapeseed glow
He does the one thing that he loves and knows
Scaring crows
Fearing for his pride, as he stands out there alone
If his arms were just untied
He’d kill two birds with a single stone
The right wing, left wing, sitting on the fence
Leading a vote of confidence
The rogue(?) crow plans his offense, out in the weather
And taking heed of the casting vote
Swoops and lands with a scornful gloat
Sitting proud on the scarecrow’s coat, out in the weather
And I’m sure there’d be tears had he eyes that cried
For the mockery this scene implies
When the murder follows his purpose dies
With foes in black feather
Through yellow it shows in the rapeseed glow
He fails at the only thing he knows
Scaring crows
even my dog likes this song.