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? All of my love, all of my love
all of my love to you now.
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
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
sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime
i get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little, just a little bit lonley, just a little bit lonley yeahtauubbbj'
This song is not a love song in the traditional sense, rather a tribute to Robert Plant's son Karac, who died of a stomach infection in 1977 when he was 5.
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