Bushes And Briars (thistles And Thorns) Lyrics

Sandy Denny - Bushes And Briars (thistles And Thorns) Lyrics

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Bushes And Briars (thistles And Thorns) Lyrics

(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972)



 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.



 Oh, there's a bitter east wind, and the fields are swaying,

 The crows are round their nests.

 I wonder what he's in there a saying

 To all those souls at rest.

 I see the path which lead to the door,

 And the clergy's chosen man.

 Bushes and bria

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.