Those Dancing Days Are Gone 歌詞

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.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
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 carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
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.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Curse as you may I sing it through;