Текст (слова) песни: Denny Sandy - Bushes And Briars (thistles And Thorns)
(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.
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