Bushes and Briars Songtext
von 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.