It was the dirty end of winter  Along the loom of the land  When I walked with sweet Henry  Hand upon hand  And the wind it bit bitter  For a girl of no means  With no shoes on her feet  And a knife in her 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 Henry breathed softly  In the majestic night  O baby please don't cry  And try to keep  Your little head upon my shoulder  Now we'll go to sleep  The elms and the poplars  Were turning their backs  Past the rumbling station  We followed their tracks  My hands they burned  In the folds of his coat  Breathing milky white air  From deep in his throat  O baby please don't cry  And try to keep  Your little head upon my shoulder  Now we'll go to sleep  I told him the moon  Was a magical thing  That it shone gold in winter  And silver in spring  And we walked and we walked  Across the endless sands  Just me and my Henry  Along the loom of the land  O baby please don't cry  And try to keep  O baby please don't cry  And try to keep  Your little head upon my shoulder  Now we'll go to sleep