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