Scarecrow, Pt. 1

Oh, so many years gone by with you

Carve our names out in the front, a wooden sign tells everyone

There'll be generations to call this a home

A dirt road forms, to lead everyone to our door

Stable right just where we need, a horse to ride to get away

Every year we'll see the seasons change

No longer trapped in the shadows of the old

Oh, so many years gone by with

You, a winding road to make us

Free, a farm to call our own

Oh

Crickets chirp into the night, a breeze pulls air from all around

And the grass stands up from signs of life

A creek in back slowly washes as it flows

Oh, so many years gone by with

You, a winding road to make us

Free, a farm to call our own

Oh

Scarecrow towers in the field, smiles to scare away our fears

And our grounded roots they're tied to the earth

Restless no more, just at peace staying here in our home

Melt away the hollow romance of dreams