Bushes And Briars

G A7 G A7 D D G F#m A G I can't believe that it's so cold, and there ain't been no snow, G F#m A G Sound of music it comes to me from every place I go, G F#m Cadd9 C/B G6 A Sunday morning there's no-one in church but the clergy's chosen man, G F#m A G And he is fine, I won't worry about him, got the book in his hand. A7 G A7 G G F#m A G Oh there's a bitter east wind and the fields are swaying, the crows are round their nest, G F#m A G I wonder what he's in there saying to all those souls at rest, G F#m Cadd9 C/B G6 A I see the path which led to the door and the clergy's chosen man, G F#m A G Bushes and briars, you and I, where do we stand? A7 G A7 G G F#m A G I wonder if he knows I'm here, watching the briars grow, G F#m A G And all these people beneath my shoes, I wonder if they know, G F#m Cadd9 C/B G6 A There was a time when every last one knew a clergy's chosen man, G F#m A G Where are they now? Thistles and thorns among the sand. A7 G A7 G G F#m A G I can't believe that it's so cold and there ain't been no snow, G F#m A G The sound of music it comes to me from every place I go, G F#m Cadd9 C/B G6 A Sunday morning there's no-one in church but the clergy's chosen man, G F#m A G Bushes and briars, thistles and thorns upon the land. A7 G A7 G D D