Eli, The Barrowboy 歌词

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 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 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 And still I push my barrow all the day Still I push my barrow all the day