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