Nick Cave

Loom of the land

And the wind it bit bitter
For a boy of no means
With no shoes on his feet
And a knife in his Jean
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We found an untrodden path
And followed it down
The moon in the sky
Like a dislodged crown

...

I told her the moon
Was a magical thing
That it shone gold in the 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
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