All for Love of one

I must go walk the wood so wild and wander here and there
In dread and deadly fear, for where i trusted i am beguiled.

And all, and all for Love of one, and all for Love of one, and all, and all for Love of one, for Love of one.

Thus am i banished from my bliss by craft and false pretence, 
Faultless, whitout offence, as of return nocertain is.

And all, and all for Love of one, and all for Love of one, and all, and all for Love of one, for Love of one.

The running streams shall be my drink, Acorns shall be my food.
Nothing may do me good but when of your beauty i do think.

And all, and all for Love of one, and all for Love of one, and all, and all for Love of one, for Love of one.

And all, and all for Love of one, and all for Love of one, and all, and all for Love of one, for Love of one.

For Love of one.