Those Dancing Days Are Gone-Carla Bruni

[ti:Those Dancing Days Are Gone] [ar:Carla Bruni] [al:Best Of] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Those Dancing Days Are Gone - Carla Bruni (卡拉·布吕尼) [00:01.10]Lyrics by：William Butler Yeats [00:02.20]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