Song | Loom of the Land |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | Henry's Dream |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
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 the rumbling 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 |
zuo ci : Cave | |
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 the rumbling 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 |
zuò cí : Cave | |
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 the rumbling 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 |