Lyrics:
It was the dirty end of winterAlong the loom of the landWhen I walked with sweet HenryHand upon handAnd the wind, it bit bitterFor a girl of no meansWith no shoes on her feetAnd a knife in her jeansAlong the loom of the landThe mission bells peeledFrom the tower at Saint Mary'sDown to Reprobate FieldsAnd I saw the worldAll blessed and brightAnd Henry breathed softlyIn the majestic nightOh baby, please don't cryAnd try to keepYour little head upon my shoulderNow we'll go to sleepThe elms and the poplarsWere turning their backsPast the rumbling stationWe followed their tracksMy hands, they burnedIn the folds of his coatBreathing milky white airFrom deep in his throatOh baby, please don't cryAnd try to keepYour little head upon my shoulderNow we'll go to sleepI told him, the moonWas a magical thingAnd that it shone gold in winterAnd silver in springAnd we walked and we walkedAcross the endless sandsJust me and my HenryAlong the loom of the landOh baby, please don't cryAnd try to keepOh baby, please don't cryAnd try to keepYour little head upon my shoulderNow we'll go to sleep