Текст песни Walkabouts - Loom Of The Land
Walkabouts - Loom Of The Land слова песни
It was the dirty end of winterAlong the loom of the landWhen I walked with sweet HenryHand upon handAnd the wind it bit bitterFor a girl of no meansWith no shoes on her feetAnd a knife in her jeansAlong the loom of the landThe mission bells peeledFrom the tower at Saint Mary`sDown to Reprobate FieldsAnd I saw (that) the world(Was) all blessed and brightAnd Henry breathed softlyIn the majestic nightO baby please don`t cryAnd try to keepYour little head upon my shoulderNow we`ll go to sleepThe elms and the poplarsWere turning their backsPast the rumbling stationWe followed their tracksMy hands they burnedIn the folds of his coatBreathing milky white airFrom deep in his throatO baby please don`t cryAnd try to keepYour little head upon my shoulderNow we`ll go to sleepI told him the moonWas a magical thingThat it shone gold in winterAnd silver in springAnd we walked and we walkedAcross the endless sandsJust me and my HenryAlong the loom of the landO baby please don`t cryAnd try to keepO baby please don`t cryAnd try to keepYour little head upon my shoulderNow we`ll go to sleep