All my love's laughter and all my love's faces,
She comes like the morning, her cloak in her arms
She's following after the king of all places,
Your tenderest warning could bruise all her charms
But don't lose your heart to that beautiful sinner,
Who walks without shining a light
She stands in the shade and the sun is there in her,
And you'll never know till it's night
All my love's softness and all my love's graces,
She carries all things in her tiny white glove
She hides all her lostness in satins and laces,
And everyone says she is searching for sweet love.
But don't try to hold on to satan's proud lady,
Who stands with her flock on the hill
Her stockings are hung and her eyes are so shady,
She's winning, and you never will
