The Decemberists - The Chimbley Sweep Lyrics

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I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
Upon the rooftops 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 laid
My fortune's 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."

"O lonely urchin!" the widow cried,
"I've not been swept since the day my husband died."
Her cheeks are blushing, her legs laid 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

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Shanty for the Arethusa
  • 2 Billy Liar
  • 3 Los Angeles, I’m Yours
  • 4 The Gymnast, High Above the Ground
  • 5 The Bachelor and the Bride
  • 6 Song for Myla Goldberg
  • 7 The Soldiering Life
  • 8 Red Right Ankle
  • 9 The Chimbley Sweep
  • 10 I Was Meant for the Stage
  • 11 As I Rise


  • Credits
    publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
    writers: Colin Meloy
    album: Track 9 in album Her Majesty the Decemberists
    release date: 2003-9-9
    popularity : 69 users have visited this page.
    length: 2:54
    producer: The Decemberists, Larry Crane and Adam Selzer
    engineer: Adam Selzer
    Album Information
    label: Kill Rock Stars
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 759656037525
    script: Latin