There you stand, arms out and wide, like forbidden fruit to the squinting eyes,
Gather us together under your almighty wings,
Bruise the head, and see what tomorrow brings.

Scarecrow, all alone,
Scarecrow, bring your children home.

Hand to the plough, forgiving multitudes,
Give them compassion; why are they afraid of you'
Proud at the altar, vain before the throne,
If you are blameless, then throw the stone.

Scarecrow, all alone,
Scarecrow, bring your children home.

Betrayed by a friend, hung out to dry,
Alone in the end, stretched across the sky,
Eclipse the sun, they know not what they do,
They say, "If God is love, why would He be so cruel'"

Scarecrow, all alone,
Scarecrow, bring your children home,
Scarecrow, all alone,
Scarecrow, bring your children home.

Scarecrow, all alone.