Loom Of The Land - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

It was the dirty end of winter along the loom of the land

When I walked with sweet Sallyhand upon hand

And the wind it bit bitter for a boy of no means

With no shoes on his feetand a knife in his jeans

Along the loom of the land the mission bells pealed

From the tower at Saint Mary'sdown to Reprobate Fields

And I saw that the world was all blessed and bright

And Sally breathed softlyin the majestic night

The elms and the poplars were turning their backs

Past the rumbling stationwe followed the tracks

We found an untrodden path and followed it down

The moon in the skylike a dislodged crown

My hands they burned in the folds of her coat

Breathing milky white airfrom deep in her throat

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhh

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I told Sally in whispersI'll never bring you harm

Her breast it was small and warm in my palm

I told her the moon was a magical thing

That it shone gold in winter and silver in spring

And we walked and walked across the endless sands

Just me and my Sally along the loom of the land

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhh

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Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhh

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