Those Dancing Days Are Gone - Carla Bruni
Lyrics by：William Butler Yeats
Composed by：Carla Bruni
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
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 pretense 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
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

Those Dancing Days Are Gone歌词

Carla Bruni

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[00:00.46]Those Dancing Days Are Gone - Carla Bruni
[00:01.24]Lyrics by：William Butler Yeats
[00:02.02]Composed by：Carla Bruni
[00:03.30]Come let me sing into your ear
[00:07.58]Those dancing days are gone
[00:10.22]All that silk and satin gear
[00:13.79]Crouch upon a stone
[00:16.41]Wrapping that foul body up
[00:19.56]In as foul a rag
[00:21.56]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[00:25.67]The moon in a silver bag
[00:27.72]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[00:31.60]The moon in a silver bag
[00:36.54]Curse as you may I sing it through
[00:40.73]What matter if the knave
[00:43.58]That the most could pleasure you
[00:46.78]The children that he gave
[00:49.75]Somewhere sleeping like a top
[00:52.94]Under a marble flag
[00:54.81]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[00:59.06]The moon in a silver bag
[01:00.90]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[01:05.11]The moon in a silver bag
[01:09.81]Come let me sing into your ear
[01:12.87]I thought it out this very day
[01:14.53]Noon upon the clock
[01:16.22]All that silk and satin gear
[01:18.92]A man may put pretense away
[01:20.44]Who leans upon a stick
[01:22.96]May sing and sing until he drop
[01:26.28]Whether to maid or hag
[01:28.18]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[01:32.09]The moon in a silver bag
[01:34.47]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[01:38.13]The moon in a silver bag
[02:04.38]Come let me sing into your ear
[02:08.50]Those dancing days are gone
[02:16.71]All that silk and satin gear
[02:20.87]Crouch upon a stone
[02:28.85]Wrapping that foul body up
[02:32.66]In as foul a rag
[02:41.00]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[02:45.06]The moon in a silver bag