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 the end or just the beginning?
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you
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
One proud Aryan word, my will to sustain
For me the clock once more to spin
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you
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
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you