All My Love

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light

To chase a feather in the wind

Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight

There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon

The tides have caused the flame to dim

At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom

Is this to end or just begin?

All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you.

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again

One voice is clear above the din

Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain

For me, the cloth once more to spin

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time

His is the force that lies within

Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find

He is a feather in the wind