Bushes and Briars

Lyrics

(Copyright © 1972 Warlock Music Ltd.)

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 ans 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 ans thorns
Upon the land.


Type:
Album
Artists:
Sandy Denny
Lyrics:
Music:
Released:
September 1972 (UK)
Length:
3:53
Label:
Island Records Ltd.
Publisher:
Warlock Music Ltd.
Producer:
Musicians:
Engineer: