[Verse 1]

The farmer, he watches out over his field

He harvests just what he has sown

His only interest in a greater yield

For the machines and the chemicals he owns

And each imperfection is now revealed

As the reaper's long arm rakes the rows

His yearly battle with nature is sealed

He abandons the field to the crows

[Verse 2]

Let's look for a moment at the sleek dark mimе

And the black and the blue of his wings

Hе stalks his prey with the sharpness of a military mind

And nobody ever says he sings

An effigy is made to scare him away

Dressed up all in poverty's clothes

Now only scares the children at play

We abandon the field to the crows

[Verse 3]

Now the rook, he travels a straight and narrow path

He is neither the pawn nor the king

He fights out of sight with a terrible wrath

And then sleeps where the church bells ring

When the machines are so large that no one's in charge

And the young men know what they know

Then all is in range for the brief exchange

We abandon the field to the crows