Loom Of The Land

It was the dirty end of winter

Along the loom of the land

When i walked with sweet henry

Hand upon hand



And the wind it bit bitter

For a girl of no means

With no shoes on her feet

And a knife in her 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 henry breathed softly

In the majestic night



O baby please don't cry

And try to keep

Your little head upon my shoulder

Now we'll go to sleep



The elms and the poplars

Were turning their backs

Past the rumbling station

We followed their tracks



My hands they burned

In the folds of his coat

Breathing milky white air

From deep in his throat



O baby please don't cry

And try to keep

Your little head upon my shoulder

Now we'll go to sleep



I told him the moon

Was a magical thing

That it shone gold in winter

And silver in spring



And we walked and we walked

Across the endless sands

Just me and my henry

Along the loom of the land



O baby please don't cry

And try to keep

O baby please don't cry

And try to keep

Your little head upon my shoulder

Now we'll go to sleep


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