Loom of the land

Loom of the land

It was the dirty en dof 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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