Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Lonely scarecrow On that rolling hill Shirt all faded Boots both still Button eyes watching Dust on the lane Where a little girl’s running Calling his name [Chorus] Straw and braids Up in the sunshine She tells him stories About her day Mama’s in the kitchen Daddy’s working hay She waves to the fields Then she turns his way Straw and braids Under big blue grace Only two on the hillside But it feels like a crowded place (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Her hands smell like clover Dirt on her knees She leans on his shoulder Talks to the breeze Says “They’re tired and they’re trying I’m their little world” And that quiet Crooked scarecrow Guards that girl [Chorus] Straw and braids Up in the sunshine She tells him secrets She’s never said Mama’s at the sink Daddy’s in the shed Their love fills the farmhouse Like fresh-baked bread Straw and braids Under big blue grace She’s laughing at a scarecrow Like he’s flesh and bone and face (hey!) [Bridge] Storms roll over Shadows fall long She hums them to sleep With a half-made song Parents on the porch Hearts proud and worn Watch their girl and her guardian Protecting the corn [Chorus] Straw and braids Up in the starlight Bare feet dancing In the dirt and dew She’s happy in a world Built on sweat and truth And that old scarecrow’s Happy too Straw and braids Under moon’s soft haze Simple little hillside Holding all her days
Tags
Warm country ballad with acoustic guitar and brushed snare, gentle male vocals. Fiddle swells in the chorus, soft organ pad underneath for warmth. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with subtle harmonies and a simple bass line. Final chorus adds light pedal steel swirls and a small dynamic lift before a quiet guitar outro., happy
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
3/14/2026