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Those Dancing Days 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Those Dancing Days
- 2 1000 Words
- 4 Dischoe
- 4 Disc-hoe
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- Track 11 on In Our Space Hero Suits
- 10 Kids
- 12 Spaceherosuites
- 12 Spaceherosuits
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- Track 3 on Ep
- 2 1000 Words
- 4 Dischoe
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- Track 3 on Run Run
- 2 Home Sweet Home
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