Dust
Dorothy Ashby * Track #6 On The Rubáiyát of Dorothy Ashby
Dust Lyrics
There was the Door to which I found no Key
There was the Veil through which I might not see
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was and then no more of me and Thee
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend
Before we too into the Dust descend
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, sans goodbye
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, sans goodbye
Sans goodbye
Sans goodbye