Dust 歌词

There was the Door to which I found no Key There was the Veil through which I could not see Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was -- and then no more of Thee and Me 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 and, sans Goodbye! Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and, sans Goodbye! Sans Goodbye, sans Goodbye!