Sweep up, little sweeper boy It's you who's got the wig on here Sweep up, little sweeper boy Sweep up Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow Yellow is the color of the sun Black is the color of a strangled rainbow Black is the color of my lung Black is the color of my true love's arrow Just the color of a human's blood You've got a shot of shampoo Though it was made thirty years ago You've still got a shot of shampoo Though it was made twenty years ago Speak up, little sweeper boy
They are hard of hearing anything anyone that has to say I say: Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow Yellow like the color of the sun And black is the color of a strangled rainbow Just the color of my lung Black is the color of my true love's arrow Exactly the color of my blood. But I don't want to die However dark tomorrow may be Above me a perfect square of sky You are worth your weight in gold You are worth your weight in sorrow baby Though you will never know why