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

(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.