| Song | All of My Love |
| Artist | Great White |
| Album | Great White Salutes Led Zepplin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |