Loom Of The Land Lyrics - Walkabouts

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 the world 

All blessed and bright 

And Henry breathed softly 

In the majestic night 

Oh 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 

Oh 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 

And 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 

Oh baby, please don't cry 

And try to keep 

Oh baby, please don't cry 

And try to keep 

Your little head upon my shoulder 

Now we'll go to sleep