The scarecrow walks at night under the pale moonlight
So wander if you dare. He's gonna give you quite a scare.
The children play in their rooms under the harvest moon.
The scarecrow walks tonight, oh it really is such a sight
When tens of thousands more come to start a civil war.
The children play in their rooms under the harvest moon.
We all beware the big bad wolf, and the tricks that he will pull.
There is no proper path for anyone
But I believe you chose the wrong one
And your swan song's been sung, as this southern air fills my lungs
Where everyone has a name
Hey, what's my name?
Do you remember me now?
Alright, so I lied. There's nothing going bump in the night.
Except for your heart beat, heart beat
It's givin me cold feet, you know me.
The children play in their rooms cuz there's no room in this world for love
Oh I've already carved an ocean between this life and the heavens above.
Under the harvest moon, I've sewn these seeds
Under the harvest moon, you rescued me
And the children, they ain't got no cares at all
Well the preacher man speaks of the reckoning
While the church bells are ringing in harmony
So carry on all my wayward sons
Sleep with one eye open, this is life on the run
credits
from American Folklore,
released March 26, 2013
Lyrics by Ryan Terrigno, Music by We Are The Arsenal
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