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Sandy Denny

Bushes And Briars

 

Bushes And Briars

(альбом: Sandy - 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
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

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