Song | The Chimbley Sweep |
Artist | The Decemberists |
Album | Her Majesty |
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作曲 : Meloy | |
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep | |
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet | |
Upon the rooftop in dead of night | |
You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
I am an orphan, an orphan boy | |
I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy | |
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay | |
My fortune's made, I'll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
"Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cried, | |
"I've not been swept since the day my husband died." | |
Her cheeks a-blushing, her legs lay bare | |
And shipwrecked there, I'll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep |
zuo qu : Meloy | |
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep | |
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet | |
Upon the rooftop in dead of night | |
You' ll hear me cry, I' ll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
I am an orphan, an orphan boy | |
I' ve known no love, I' ve seen no mother' s joy | |
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay | |
My fortune' s made, I' ll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
" Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cried, | |
" I' ve not been swept since the day my husband died." | |
Her cheeks ablushing, her legs lay bare | |
And shipwrecked there, I' ll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep |
zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep | |
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet | |
Upon the rooftop in dead of night | |
You' ll hear me cry, I' ll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
I am an orphan, an orphan boy | |
I' ve known no love, I' ve seen no mother' s joy | |
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay | |
My fortune' s made, I' ll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
" Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cried, | |
" I' ve not been swept since the day my husband died." | |
Her cheeks ablushing, her legs lay bare | |
And shipwrecked there, I' ll shake you from your sleep | |
To hear me weep | |
Your day will come indeed | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep | |
For I am a poor and a wretched boy | |
A chimbley, chimbley sweep |