Those Dancing Days Are Gone Lyrics by Carla Bruni
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lyrics title : Those Dancing Days Are Goneperformed by : Carla Bruni
language : english
added on : March 22, 2009
modified on : September 15, 2009
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.
