Letra de Bushes And Briars

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