Seldom seen A scarecrow's dream

I hang in the hopes of replacement

Castles tall, I built them all

But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement

And if you ever hear me calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found

Plans I've made, a masquerade

Fading in fear of the coming day

Heroes' tales, like nightingales

Wrestle the wind as they run away

And if you ever hear them calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found

Garden gate, an empty plate

Waiting for someone to come and fill 

Scarecrow's dreams, like frozen streams

Thirst for the fall, but they're running still

And if you ever hear me calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found.      

Written by Dan Folgelberg