It was the dirty end of winter
Along the loom of the land
When I walked with sweet Sally
Hand upon hand
And the wind it bit bitter
For a boy of no means
With no shoes on his feet
And a knife in his jeans
Along the loom of the land
The mission [C7]bells peeled
From the tower at Saint Mary's
Down to [C7]Reprobate Fields
And I saw that the world
Was all [Em]blessed and [Bm]bright
And Sally breathed softly
In the majestic night
O baby please don't cry
And tɾy to [C7]keep
Your little hand [Bm]upon [C7]my [A]shoulder
Now go to [C7]sleep
The elms and [Bm]the poplars
Were turning their backs
Past the ɾumbling station
We followed the tɾacks
We found an untɾodden path
And followed it down
The moon [C7]in the sky
Like a dislodged crown
My hands they burned
In the folds of her coat
Breathing milky white air
From deep in her throat
O baby please don't cry
And tɾy to [C7]keep
Your little head upon [C7]my [A]shoulder
Now go to [C7]sleep
I told Sally in whispers
I'll never bring you [A7harm
Her breast it was [Am7]small
And warm in my [A]palm
I told her the moon
Was a magical thing
That it shone gold in winter
And silver in spring
And we walked and [Bm]walked
Across the endless sands
Just me and [Bm]my [A]Sally
Along [Am]the loom of the land
O baby please don't cry
And tɾy to [C7]keep
Your little head upon [C7]my [A]shoulder
Now tɾy to [C7]sleep
