Loom of the Land

[Verse 1]
It was the dirty end of winter along the loom of the land
When I walked with sweet Sally, hand upon hand
And the wind, it bit bitter for a boy of no means
With no shoes on his feet and a knife in his jeans
Along the loom of the land, the mission bells pealed
From the tower at Saint Mary's down to Reprobate Fields
And I saw that the world was all blessed and bright
And Sally breathed softly in the majestic night

[Chorus]
Oh baby, please don't cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep

[Verse 3]
Well, the elms and the poplars were all turning their backs
Past the rumbling station, we followed the tracks
We found an untrodden path and followed it down
The moon in the sky like a dislodged crown
And my hands, they burned in the folds of her coat
Breathing milky white air from deep in her throat

[Chorus]
Oh baby please don't cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep

[Verse 3]
I told Sally in whispers, I'll never bring you harm
Her breast, it was small and warm in my palm
I told her the moon was a magical thing
It shone gold in the winter and silver in spring
And we walked and walked across the endless sands
Just me and my Sally along the loom of the land

[Chorus]
Oh baby, please don't cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now try to sleep

[Outro]
Oh baby, please don't cry
And don't you weep
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Now try to sleep