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