All My Love's Laughter G Em All my love's laughter and all my love's faces Am D C Am G She comes in the morning, her cloak in her arm Em She's following after the king of all places Am D C Am G And your tenderest warming will bruise all her charms G Bm C G Don't lose your heart to that beautiful sinner Em Am D Who walks without shining her light now G Bm C G She stands in the shade and the sun is there in her C Am G F C D But you never know till it's night. All my love's softness and all my love's graces She carries all this things in a tiny white glove She hides all her lostness in satins and laces And everyone says she's searching for a true love Don't try to hold on to Satan’s proud lady She 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 by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com