Loom of the Land

It was the dirty end of winter
Along the loom of the land
When I walked with sweet Sally
Hand upon handAnd the wind it bit bitter
For a boy of no means
With no shoes on his feet
And a knife in his jeansAlong the loom of the land
The mission bells peeled
From the tower at Saint Mary's
Down to Reprobate FieldsAnd I saw that the world
Was all blessed and bright
And Sally breathed softly
In the majestic nightO baby, please don't cry
And try to keep
Your little hand upon my shoulder
Now go to sleepWell the elms and the poplars
Were all turning their backs
Past the rumbling station
We followed the trainsWe found an untrodden path
And followed it down
The moon in the sky
Like a dislodged crownAnd my hands they burned
In the folds of her coat
Breathing milky white air
From deep in her throatO baby, please don't cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now go to sleepI told Sally in whispers
I'll never bring you harm
Her breast, it was small
And warm in my palmI told her that the moon
Was a magical thing
It shone gold in the winter
And silver in springAnd we walked and walked
Across the endless sands
Just me and my Sally
Along the loom of the landO baby, please don't cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now try to sleepO baby, please don't cry
And don't you weep
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Now try to sleep