The songs you sing are meaningless The words you say are wrong. Your Saturday nights they are sober And your Sundays are too long Your lucky days are over Your lucky days are gone You've cast away your coloured coat The illusions seemed too strong Now in the wintery season You can hear the Scarecrow Song Your lucky days are over Your lucky days are gone The bells have all stopped their ringing The music sounded wrong. And now the only song, worth singing Is the sad old Scarecrow Song Your lucky days are over Your lucky days are gone