Lyrics
(Folk song)
Standing there, a tired scarecrow,
Doesn’t care how hard the wind blows,
Winter’s chill is on the hill,
And the scarecrow knows it’s autumn.
He stood guard, king of the cornfield,
Working hard, there in the cornfield,
Did his best, now he can rest
Till the planting time next year.
See also
- Subject: fall (autumn)
- Harmony: I, IV, V
- Melody: low so & low la
- Meter: 4
- Rhythm: ties
- Scale: 6 tones
- Tones: s,l,t,drms
- Source: The World of Music 3, Silver Burdett & Ginn, 1988
- PDF of song with chords
- MIDI file
- Listen to the melody
