There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrow

His head is sinking' low

He tends his fields with the best of them

Thinkin' love can make it grow

But when the landlord says it's over

And the harvest has turned cold

There ain't enough to pay the man

After the crops have been sold



Chorus

Tell me what do we see when we look in the mirror

He don't see no money but he sees something clearer

There's a man doin' all that he can in the midst of no concern

He ain't in the sun tryin' to get his arms brown

He's tryin' to pull a livin' out of that old hard ground

These days a man and his dreams can get a little burned

Workin' on a farmer tan

Workin' on a farmer tan



The fruits of his labor, have dried up on the vine

He don't want for finer things, he's wanting to get by

There are fertile fields of compassion

We have yet to turn

We educate and we nominate but will we ever learn



Chorus repeats twice