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 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 till it's night.
All mu love's softness,
All mo love's graces,
She carries all things
In her tiny white glove.
She hide's 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. |
David Bowie:
Art Garfunkel:
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