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.
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 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.
1 | You Belong To Me |
2 | L'excessive |
3 | Chez Keith Et Anita |
4 | J'arrive A Toi |
5 | Tout Le Monde |
6 | L'amour |
7 | Le Ciel Dans Une Chambre |
8 | Chanson Triste |
9 | Le Plus Beau Du Quartier |
10 | La Possibilité D'une île |