This song from the poem by William Butler Yeats, composed by First Lady of France Carla Bruni - Sarkozy and sung by vocalist Sony Holland is an absolute favorite of mine. This video was taken at the Sony Holland Rrazz Rroom concert in San Francisco a few weeks ago. Enjoy! Those Dancing Days Are Gone Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All the 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. Lyrics ...
