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 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

Oh baby, please don't cry

And try to keep

Your little head 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 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

Oh 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 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

Oh baby, please don't cry

And try to keep

Your little head upon my shoulder

Now try to sleep

Oh baby, please don't cry

And don't you weep

Lay your head upon my shoulder

Now try to sleep