album: No Promises (2007)
genre: Ethnic/Folk

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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, 
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.

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 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. 
I carry the sun in a golden cup. 
The moon in a silver bag.

Spoken:
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.

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