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 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