Testo Scarecrow

I see the barley moving as the mowers find their pace I see the line advancing with a steady timeless grace And there's passion in their eyes and there's honour in their face As they scythe down the castles and the courts Blame it on the fathers, blame it on the sons Blame it on the poppies and the pain Blame it on the generals, blame it on their guns Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain I smell the smoke of stubble when the harvest is brought down I see the fire a-burning as it purges all around And the field is turned to ashes and the only living sound Are the skylarks as they try to reach the sun Blame it on the fathers, blame it on the sons Blame it on the poppies and the pain Blame it on the generals, blame it on their guns Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain I see the barbed wire growing like a bramble on the land I see a farm turned to a fortress and a future turned to sand I see a meadow turn to mud and from it grows a hand Like a scarecrow that is fallen in the rain Blame it on the scarecrows...