The Starfall wood is weeping,
shadows long and thin
A velvet coat, a button soul,
where life refused to spin
But on the night the emeralds
crashed, a flash, a wicked green
The straw-stuffed heart gave one tight thump,
the world was freshly seen!
He walked! He walked!
Oliver the Scarecrow, wired, wild, and strange
Pulled his wooden feet right
out of the rye field's range
No more the post of silent dread,
no more the feathered fright
I've got the spark of destiny,
charged by meteor light!
Top hat cocked and tipping
low, a tremor in the lace
I'm rattling down the forest
path, to find my rightful place!
The moon is fat, the air is
cold, the journey has begun
I trade the boredom of the
patch for the power of the Sun!
Oh, the Primordial Burst, a crack in the dark!
The life they said I couldn't
have, ignited by a spark!
I'm a patchwork king, a moving
thing, with courage in my chest
I tear the stitches of my fate,
and put my soul to the test!
From hay and hemp and lonely
nights, I burst into the day
The whispering wind can't hold
me down, I'm finding out my way!
If you can dream the wicked dream,
the burst will make you real!
This frantic, frantic rhythm
is the life I get to feel!
The ancient Oak of Elowen,
he warned of twisted trails
Of Siren screams by churning
streams, where every promise fails
He gave me patience, wisdom’s
plea, a compass pointing safe
Through foggy mazes, fairy
lies, and shadows on the waif
I sprinted past the singing
traps, I laughed at all the tricks
A walking, talking tapestry
of twigs and worn-out fix!
They tried to stop my onward
march, to push me back to dust
But the meteor fire in my soul is
driven by a lust! (For living!)
The Crystal Mountain, sharp and
high, where fickle tempests play
To capture the most elusive gust,
and finally win the day!
(Chase, chase, chase!)
My silly top hat, what a tool!
I scooped the wind up quick!
The spirit bowed, the challenge
met, I did the spooky trick!
No longer just a static prop,
I faced the roaring fear
The biggest blast of life you
know, is the reason I am here!
Oh, the Primordial Burst, a crack in the dark!
The life they said I couldn't
have, ignited by a spark!
I'm a patchwork king, a moving
thing, with courage in my chest
I tear the stitches of my fate,
and put my soul to the test!
From hay and hemp and lonely
nights, I burst into the day
The whispering wind can't hold
me down, I'm finding out my way!
If you can dream the wicked dream,
the burst will make you real!
This frantic, frantic rhythm
is the life I get to feel!
Hear the whisper, hear the drum!
The scarecrow's story has begun!
Oliver the legend! Never turn to straw!
Go chase the lightning, break the law!