Carla Bruni

Carla Bruni - Those Dancing Days Are Gone lyrics

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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
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag
Yeah, 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
Yeah, 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
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Author: William Butler Yeats

Composer: Carla Bruni

Publisher: Teorema

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Released in: 2007

Language: English

Appearing on: No Promises (2007)

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