(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