Hymn for a Scarecrow

You hang around for a living, some where between all the land and the sky, being by never forgiving, nobody knows you and neither do I, birds may believe at a distance that you wear a grin and keep perfectly still, driven away with persistance, I wonder if they have wondered or will ever wonder, ever wonder...
Farmer Jim hums when he's all alone he may imagine you heard and he knew, you would not hear what he might have know, I wonder if he wonders if you ever wonder, ever wonder, oh scarecrow maybe the wind knows whether you wonder who calling you name, shame how nobody knows you (and neither do I)...