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Şarkı Sözleri 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.