Loom of the Land (2010 Remaster)

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 peeled 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 O baby, please don't cry And try to keep Your little hand upon my shoulder Now go to sleep Well the elms and the poplars Were all turning their backs Past the rumbling station We followed the trains 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 O baby, please don't cry And try to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep I told Sally in whispers I'll never bring you harm Her breast, it was small And warm in my palm I told her that 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 O baby, please don't cry And try to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now try to sleep O baby, please don't cry And don't you weep Lay your head upon my shoulder Now try to sleep