The Decemberists - Eli, the Barrow Boy lyrics

Eli, the barrow boy, of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries
Out all down the day
Below the tamaracks he is crying
Corn cobs and candlewax for the buying
All down the day

Would I could afford to buy
My love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk arabian thread
She is dead and gone and
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 churchyard
But still when the moon is
Out, with his pushcart
He calls down the day

Would I could afford to buy
My love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk arabian thread
But, I am dead and gone and
Lying in a church ground
But still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day