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 head upon my shoulder   Now go to sleep      The elms and the popiars   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 the winter   And silver in the 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