Carla Bruni Those Dancing Days Are Gone Lyrics

Those Dancing Days Are Gone Lyrics

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

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



Somewhere sleeping like a top

Under a marble flag

I carry the sun in a golden cup

The moon in a silver bag

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 pretense 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

I carry the sun in a golden cup

The moon in a silver bag



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