And I must push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day
Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned
All down the day
Eli, the barrow boy, when they found him
But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart
Below the tamarac she is crying
Songwriter: Colin Patrick Meloy
She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread?
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
They laid his body down in a churchyard
Publisher: OSTEROZHNA! MUSIC
Eli, the barrow boy, you're the old town
In the river down the way
He calls down the day
But still I push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread?
All down the day
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground