Bushes And Briars
Sandy Denny Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

In "Bushes And Briars," Sandy Denny paints a picture of a desolate winter morning where the fields are barren, and the weather is cold. She mentions the absence of snow, something traditionally associated with winter, which creates an eerie contrast. Through the lyrics, Sandy paints an image of a church with an empty congregation, except for the clergy's chosen man. She observes him from afar holding the book and wonders what he might be saying to the souls at rest. There's a sense of melancholy and longing in the verses, evoking feelings of uncertainty, emptiness, and longing.


As she looks around, she sees bushes and briars, which represent the passage of time - things that were once vibrant, have now withered away. The singer's introspection leads her to wonder about the present and where they stand. She wonders if anyone else is observing the desolation and the congregation's absence. She concludes the song with verse three repeat, showing the cyclical nature of the church service. Her powerful and evocative choice of words could be interpreted in various ways, be it as a lament of church's state or questioning the meaning of life itself.


Line by Line Meaning

I can't believe that it's so cold
I am surprised by the cold weather


And there ain't been no snow.
It hasn't snowed yet


The sound of music it comes to me
I hear music wherever I go


From every place I go.
No matter where I am, there's music around me


Sunday morning, there's no one in church
The church is empty on Sunday morning


But the clergy's chosen man
Except for the religious leader, who is still there


And he is fine I won't worry about him
I don't need to worry about the leader, he's doing okay


Got the book in his hand.
He's holding the holy book


There's a bitter east wind and the fields are swaying
There's a harsh wind blowing and the fields are moving


The crows are round their nests.
Crows are flying around their homes


I wonder what he's in there saying
I'm curious about what the leader is saying in church


To all those souls at rest.
To the deceased in the church


I see the path which led to the door
I can see the path to the church's door


And the clergy's chosen man
And the religious leader in charge


Bushes and briars, you and I
We're in the bushes and briars


Where do we stand?
What is our position?


I wonder if he knows I'm here
I wonder if the leader knows I'm present


Watching the briars grow.
Observing the plants grow


And all these people beneath my shoes,
And all the deceased buried below me


I wonder if they know.
I wonder if they are aware


There was a time when every last one
There was a time when everyone


Knew a clergy's chosen man
Knew the religious leader in charge


Where are they now? Thistles and thorns
Where are they now? Buried and forgotten


Among the sand.
In the dirt


Bushes and briars, thistles and thorns
Nature's growth and decay


Upon the land.
On the ground




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Written by: Sandy Denny

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Ivan Sanders

What makes a good song, or a great song, is subject to countless different opinions. But if it is ill performed, or not nicely set to music, it rarely becomes popular. Kate Bush taught us that a truly exceptional singer can sing many songs which ordinary mortals could not handle and - just like Kate - Sandy's songs are best suited to her own voice. (But Carla Fuchs makes a great fist of beautifully reproducing Sandy's work).

Sandy's songs usually embrace one or more of several key elements:

(a) Wonderfully poetic i.e. the very best words in their very best order.

(b) The theme is exquisitely slowly, and progressively, developed i.e. rolled out.

(c) Touchingly self-revealing.

(d) And as in this song - she casually turns two or three casual ordinary thoughts into a simply constructed song without embellishment or over-production.

Some listeners determine that in this type of song of hers genius is portrayed. Who would argue as we all have individual preferences, and however Sandy wrote she was always engaging!



All comments from YouTube:

TheToolnut

Unmatched talent, Sandy was and is the greatest female vocalist there ever was.

Tonupkid

Everyone has their personal favourites, and I have mine. I’ve heard many wondrous things in my 69 years, ranging from Horovitz’s dazzling piano in Rachmaninov’s Concerto #3, to Led Zepp’s Jimmy Page and his magical guitar in Goin’ to California, to Opolais’ rendition of Dvorak’s Rusalka “Song to the Moon” and far beyond. But for me, perfection has to be Sandy’s beautiful voice coupled with Thompson’s guitar work in this lovely song.

Serene Repose

Stunningly strong song. I've been saying so for 46 years.

JEREMACDADDY

the voice of a rock"n roll angel, the way she sings each verse, love it, remember it, remember her.

T H

For many years I'd thought Richard Thompson was playing a slide guitar, like a dobro on this. Then I saw him play like this live. It's all in his hands. Amazing.

honeychurchgipsy6

T H - go and see him live if you get the chance because he is utterly mesmerising acoustic and electric - no one better IMO.

Nb Forrest

God, do I love this song. One of Sandy's best.

T H

A rainy afternoon in Oregon, I'm wearing out my vinyl copy of "Sandy," and loving Richard Thompson's astounding guitar wizardry on this track.

Timothy Donovan

Fantastic voice and love the guitar work. My fav Sandy song.

barry warner

I came across this song on the album " Peggy and PJ" i.e. Dave Pegg and PJ Wright. I really like the song and the way that they sing it. recently I found out Sandy Denny wrote it so I cased down her version. Somewhat different but as usual has her haunting quality, plus a stronger beat and something special. what a talent

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