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 bagTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
