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Bushes And Briars - Sandy Denny

I can't believe that it's so cold

And there ain't been no snow

The sound of music it comes to me

From every place I go

Sunday morning there's no one in church

But the clergy's chosen man

And he is fine I won't worry about him

Got the book in his hand

There's a bitter east wind and the fields are swaying

The crows are round their nests

I wonder what he's in there saying

To all those souls at rest

I see the path which led to the door

And the clergy's chosen man

Bushes and briars you and I

Where do we stand

I wonder if he knows I'm here

Watching the briars grow

And all these people beneath my shoes

I wonder if they know

There was a time when every last one

Knew a clergy's chosen man

Where are they now Thistles and thorns

Among the sand

I can't believe that it's so cold

And there ain't been no snow

The sound of music it comes to me

From every place I go

Sunday morning there's no one in church

But the clergy's chosen man

Bushes and briars thistles and thorns

Upon the land