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.