Carala Bruni Those Dancing Days Are Gone Lyrics

Those Dancing Days Are Gone 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.



Come, let me sing
into your ear;

I thought it out this very day.

Noon upon the
clock,

all that silk and satin gear;

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.