Chanson : Loom of the Land, The Walkabouts
Paroles
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 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