The Decemberists Eli, The Barrow Boy Lyrics

Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal & marigolds
And he cries out
All down the day

Below the tamaracks
He is crying:
Corn cobs & candle wax for the buying
All down the day

"Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold & silk Arabian thread
She is dead & gone & 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 & silk Arabian thread
But, I am dead & gone & lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day"

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