מילים לשיר The Chimbley Sweep – Decemberists

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
You'll hear me cry I'll shake you from your sleep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
On a rooftop in dead of night To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
A chimbley, chimbley sweep.
I am an orphan, an orphan boy
For I am a poor and a wretched boy, I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
My fortunes 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 cries
I've not been swept since the day my husband died.
And shipwrecked there I'll shake you from your sleep
Her cheeks are blushing, her legs lay bare Your day will come indeed
To hear me weep
A chimbley, chimbley sweep.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
A chimbley, chimbley sweep.