Тексты песен Decemberists

There is a road that meets the road That goes to my house And how the green grows there And we've got special boots To beat the path to my house And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there And I

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