Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
[Intro]
G A7 G A7
D D
[Verse]
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
[Verse]
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
[Verse]
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
[Verse]
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.
[Outro]
A7 G A7 G
D D
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