TRAILER STAR - SUIT OF NETTLES
Scarecrow Grave
Lay me down in a scarecrow’s
grave
Dig out a cross in a shallow way
In the middle of a barren field
On the brow of a hill where plovers wheel
Lay me down in a scarecrow’s
grave
With a pair of boots made out of crates
Push me down with the sticks and stones
And nail me down through my broken bones
‘Cos if I ever rise from that scarecrow’s
grave
With a heart of straw that’s burning away
I’ll never cease to roam these dark hills
Looking for a girl with golden shoes
Yes bury me down in a scarecrow’s
grave
Hold me down so I never rise again
See that there are no crosses on that hill
So all those good folk can fear no ill
Just bury me down in a scarecrow’s
grave
With my heart of straw and my pauper’s name
And I will never trouble you again my dear
