eli, the barrow boy
Singer:decemberists, the
sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day
below the tamarac she is crying
corn cobs and candlewax for the buying
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
he had drowned in the river down the way
they laid his body down in a churchyard
but still when the moon is out
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