Those Dancing Days Are Gone lyrics
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Artist: Carala Bruni Album: No Promises
Lyrics
Those dancing days are gone
Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag
Curse as you may I sing it through; What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you The children that he gave Are somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag? I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag
I thought it out this very day Noon upon the clock A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick May sing, and sing until he drop Whether to maid or hag: I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag
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