Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Carla Bruni"Those Dancing Days Are Gone" is a song by Carla Bruni, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:45 long and contains 40 lines and 242 words.
Lyrics
0:03Come let me sing into your ear
0:07Those dancing days are gone
0:10All that silk and sating gear
0:13Crouch upon a stone
0:16Wrapping that foul body up
0:19In as foul a rag
0:21I carry the sun in a golden cup
0:25The moon in a silver bag
0:27I carry the sun in a golden cup
0:31The moon in a silver bag
0:36Curse as you may I sing it through
0:40What matter if the knave
0:43That the most could pleasure you
0:46The children that he gave
0:49Somewhere sleeping like a top
0:53Under a marble flag
0:55I carry the sun in a golden cup
0:58The moon in a silver bag
1:01I carry the sun in a golden cup
1:05The moon in a silver bag
1:09Come let me sing into your ear
1:13I thought it out this very day
1:14Noon upon the clock
1:16All that silk and sating gear
1:19A man may put pretense away
1:20Who leans upon a stick
1:22May sing and sing until he drop
1:26Whether to maid or hag
1:28I carry the sun in a golden cup
1:32The moon in a silver bag
1:34I carry the sun in a golden cup
1:38The moon in a silver bag
2:04Come let me sing into your ear
2:08Those dancing days are gone
2:16All that silk and sating gear
2:20Crouch upon a stone
2:28Wrapping that foul body up
2:32In as foul a rag
2:41I carry the sun in a golden cup
2:45The moon in a silver bag
Come let me sing into your ear Those dancing days are gone All that silk and sating 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 sating 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 sating 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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