歌曲 | The Minstrel Boy |
歌手 | James Galway |
专辑 | Celtic Minstrel |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 candle wax 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 church yard | |
But still when the moon is out with his push cart 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 | |
And still I push my barrow all the day | |
Still I push my barrow all the day†|
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 candle wax 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 church yard | |
But still when the moon is out with his push cart 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 | |
And still I push my barrow all the day | |
Still I push my barrow all the day |
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 candle wax 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 church yard | |
But still when the moon is out with his push cart 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 | |
And still I push my barrow all the day | |
Still I push my barrow all the day |