All My Love's Laughter
All my love's laughter and all my love's faces
She comes in the morning, her cloak in her arm
She's following after the king of all places
And your tenderest warming will bruise all her charms
Don't lose your heart to that beautiful sinner
Who walks without shining her light now
She stands in the shade and the sun is there in her
But you never know till it's night.
All my love's softness and all my love's graces
She carries all this things in a tiny white glove
She hides all her lostness in satins and laces
And everyone says she's searching for a true love
Don't try to hold on to Satan’s proud lady
She stands with her flock all alone on the hill
Her stockings are hung and her eyes are so shady
She's winning and you never will
by: José Duarte