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Denny Sandy

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(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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