Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eli, The Barrow Boy , by - The Decemberists. Song from the album Picaresque, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 30.04.2009
Record label: Kill Rock Stars
Song language: English
Eli, The Barrow Boy |
| Eli, the Barrow Boy, from the old town |
| Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day |
| Below the Tamarac she is crying |
| Corn cobs and candle wax 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 |
| 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 a churchyard |
| But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart, |
| 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 |
| So I push my barrow all the day |
| Oooh… |
| So I push my barrow all the day… |