bushes and briars (demo)

I cant believe that its so cold
And there aint been no snow.
The sound of music it comes to me
From every place
I go. Sunday morning, theres no one in church
But the clergys chosen man
And he is fine
I wont worry about him
Got the book in his hand.
Theres a bitter east wind and the fields are swaying
The crows are round their nests.
I wonder what hes in there saying
To all those souls at rest.
I see the path which led to the door
And the clergys chosen man
Bushes and briars , you and
I Where do we stand?
I wonder if he knows
Im 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 clergys chosen man
Where are they now?
Thistles and thorns
Among the sand.
I cant believe that its so cold
And there aint been no snow.
The sound of music it comes to me
From every place
I go. Sunday morning, theres no one in church
But the clergys chosen man
Bushes and briars, thistles and thorns
Upon the land.