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 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 sally breathed softly In the majestic night

O baby please don't cry 
And try to keep 
Your little hand upon my shoulder 
Now go to sleep

The elms and the poplars 
Were turning their backs 
Past [bad word] station 
We followed the tracks

We found an untrodden path 
And followed it down
The moon 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 try to keep 
Your little head upon my shoulder 
Now go to sleep

I told sally in whispers 
I'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

O baby please don't cry 
And try to keep 
Your little head upon my shoulder 
Now go to sleep