The Loom Of The Land Lyrics - Singles - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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 

Well the elms and the poplars 

Were all turning their backs 

Past the rumbling station 

We followed the trains 

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 

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 that 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 

O baby, please don't cry 

And try to keep 

Your little head upon my shoulder 

Now try to sleep 

O baby, please don't cry 

And don't you weep 

Lay your head upon my shoulder 

Now try to sleep