Loom of The Land

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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

The elms and the poplars
 Were turning their backs
 Past the rumbling station
 We followed the tracks

We found an untrodden path
 And followed it down
 The moon in the sky
 Like a dislodged crown

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 the moon
 Was a magical thing
 That it shone gold in 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