Loom of the land

The 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