It was the dirty end of winter
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Along the loom of the land
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When I walked with sweet Sally
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Hand upon hand
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And the wind it bit bitter
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For a boy of no means
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With no shoes on his feet
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And a knife in his jeans
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Along the loom of the land
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The mission bells peeled
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From the tower at Saint Mary's
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Down to Reprobate Fields
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And I saw that the world
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Was all blessed and bright
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And Sally breathed softly
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In the majestic night
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O baby please don't cry
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And try to keep
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Your little hand upon my shoulder
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Now go to sleep
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The elms and the poplars
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Were turning their backs
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Past the rumbling station
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We followed the tracks
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We found an untrodden path
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And followed it down
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The moon in the sky
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Like a dislodged crown
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My hands they burned
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In the folds of her coat
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Breathing milky white air
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From deep in her throat
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O baby please don't cry
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And try to keep
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Your little head upon my shoulder
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Now go to sleep
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I told Sally in whispers
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I'll never bring you harm
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Her breast it was small
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And warm in my palm
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I told her the moon
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Was a magical thing
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That it shone gold in winter
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And silver in spring
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And we walked and walked
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Across the endless sands
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Just me and my Sally
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Along the loom of the land
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O baby please don't cry
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And try to keep
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Your little head upon my shoulder
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Now go to sleep
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The Loom Of The Land
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
