Letra de The Chimbley Sweep - The Decemberists
Letra de canci�n de The Chimbley Sweep de The Decemberists lyrics
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep.
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet.
On a 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,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
I am an orphan, an orphan boy.
I�ve known no love; I�ve seen no mother�s joy.
On a dirty doorstep, my cradle lay.
My fortune made I�ll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
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For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
A lonely urchin, The widow cries.
I�ve not been swept since the day my husband died.
Her cheeks are 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,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet.
On a 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,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
I am an orphan, an orphan boy.
I�ve known no love; I�ve seen no mother�s joy.
On a dirty doorstep, my cradle lay.
My fortune made I�ll shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
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For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
A lonely urchin, The widow cries.
I�ve not been swept since the day my husband died.
Her cheeks are 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,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
