The Loom Of The Land Lyrics

The Loom Of The Land lyrics

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



 



 



 The elms and the poplars



 Were 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



 



 



 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 the moon



 Was a magical thing



 That it shone gold in 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 go to sleep