Loom of the land

The Loom of the Land

 


                         Fm
 It was the dirty end of winter

                       G#
 Along the loom of the land

                          Eb    C#
 When I walked with sweet Henry

 C#        Fm
 Hand upon hand


 Fm
 And the wind it bit bitter

                  G#
 For a girl of no means

                      Eb   C#
 With no shoes on her feet

 C#                 Fm
 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 



 Fm                  Eb
 O baby please don't cry

            Fm
 And try to keep

             Eb           C#
 Your little head upon my shoulder

                    Fm
 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