Song | All of My Love |
Artist | Great White |
Album | Great White Salutes Led Zepplin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jones, Plant | |
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: All of my love, all of my love, | |
All of my love to you. (repeat) | |
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 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 | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Jones, Plant | |
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: All of my love, all of my love, | |
All of my love to you. repeat | |
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 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 | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Jones, Plant | |
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: All of my love, all of my love, | |
All of my love to you. repeat | |
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 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 | |
Chorus |