Should you 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 days and hours that pass too soon
The tides have caused the flames to dim
At last I’ve got it straight, my hand is to the loom
Is this the end or just the begin?
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud black woman, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth is once more to spin
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews the time
Hers is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
She ain’t nothin’ but a feather in the wind
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, every bit of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you