Decemberists The Chimbley Sweep Lyrics

The Chimbley Sweep 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,

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 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."

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,

A chimbley, chimbley sweep.

For I am a poor and a wretched boy,

A chimbley, chimbley sweep.