Loom of the Land

	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

	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