Letra de Eli, The Barrow Boy de The Decemberists

Eli, the barrow boy of the old town
sells coal and marigolds
and he cries out all down the day

Below the tamaracks he is crying,
"corncobs and candlewax for the buying!"
all down the day

"Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
made of gold and silk arabian thread
but she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
and I must push my barrow all the day.
and I must push my barrow all the day."

Eli, the barrow boy - when they found him
dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in
the river down the way.

they laid his body down in the church yard
but still when the moon is out
with his push cart he calls down the day:

"would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
made of gold and silk arabian thread
but I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
but still I push my barrow all the day
still I push my barrow all the day."


Thanks to secallery for correcting these lyrics