The Chimbley Sweep Testo

To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.

I am an orphan, an orphan boy.
I❝ve known no love; I❝ve seen no mother❝s joy.
On a dirty doorstep, my cradle lay.
My fortune 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,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.

A 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,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.