Song | Eli, the Barrow Boy |
Artist | The Decemberists |
Album | Picaresque |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Meloy |
[00:08.12] | Eli, the barrowboy, you're the old town |
[00:12.72] | Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day |
[00:23.28] | Below the tamarack she is crying |
[00:33.11] | Corn cobs and candlewax for the buying, all down the day |
[00:43.83] | Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe |
[00:54.72] | Made of gold and silk arabian thread |
[01:01.46] | She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove |
[01:09.44] | And I must push my barrow all the day |
[01:14.91] | And I must push my barrow all the day |
[01:22.31] | |
[01:45.35] | Eli, the barrowboy, when they found him |
[01:51.87] | Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in the river down the way |
[02:00.81] | They laid his body down in a churchyard |
[02:11.13] | But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart, he calls down the day |
[02:21.50] | Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown |
[02:33.09] | Made of gold and silk arabian thread |
[02:39.70] | But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground |
[02:47.00] | But still I push my barrow all the day |
[02:52.20] | Still I push my barrow all the day |
[02:58.37] | |
[03:03.87] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Meloy |
[00:08.12] | Eli, the barrowboy, you' re the old town |
[00:12.72] | Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day |
[00:23.28] | Below the tamarack she is crying |
[00:33.11] | Corn cobs and candlewax for the buying, all down the day |
[00:43.83] | Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe |
[00:54.72] | Made of gold and silk arabian thread |
[01:01.46] | She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove |
[01:09.44] | And I must push my barrow all the day |
[01:14.91] | And I must push my barrow all the day |
[01:22.31] | |
[01:45.35] | Eli, the barrowboy, when they found him |
[01:51.87] | Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in the river down the way |
[02:00.81] | They laid his body down in a churchyard |
[02:11.13] | But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart, he calls down the day |
[02:21.50] | Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown |
[02:33.09] | Made of gold and silk arabian thread |
[02:39.70] | But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground |
[02:47.00] | But still I push my barrow all the day |
[02:52.20] | Still I push my barrow all the day |
[02:58.37] | |
[03:03.87] |