All my love lyrics for practice pronunciation in English

 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?


chorus　


Oh, all of my love to you now


All of my love, all of my love


Oh, all of my love to you now

 

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

 

chorus


All of my love, all of my love


Oh, all of my love to you now

 

All of my love, all of my love


Yes, all of my love to you, child

 

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sows 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

 

chorus


All of my love, all of my love


Oh, all of my love to you now

 

All of my love, all of my love


Yes, all of my love to you now

 

All of my love, all of my love


All of my love, love


Sometimes, sometimes, alright


Sometimes, sometimes, oh, oh


Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey


Hey-hey-hey


Ooh yeah

 

it′s all, all, all, all, all of my love, all of my love


All of my love to you now


All of my love, all of my love


All of my love to-, to you and you and you and you, yeah


I get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little


Just a little bit lonely, just a little bit lonely...

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