All My Love's Laughter

All My Love's Laughter

All my love's faces

She comes in the morning

Her cloak in her arms

She's following after

The King of all Places

And your tenderest warnin'

Could bruise all her charm

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

But you'll never know til it's night

All my love's softness,

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's searching for sweet love

But don't try to hold on

To Satan's proud lady

Who 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.