Those Dancing Days Are Gone (Album) Lyrics

Song	Those Dancing Days Are Gone (Album)
Artist	Carla Bruni
Album	No Promises
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[00:03.310]	Come, let me sing into your ear;
[00:07.690]	Those dancing days are gone,
[00:10.490]	All that silk and satin gear;
[00:13.920]	Crouch upon a stone,
[00:16.690]	Wrapping that foul body up
[00:19.520]	In as foul a rag:
[00:21.910]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:25.840]	The moon in a silver bag.
[00:27.820]
[00:28.100]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:31.950]	The moon in a silver bag.
[00:36.540]	Curse as you may I sing it through;
[00:41.0]	What matter if the knave
[00:43.450]	That the most could pleasure you,
[00:46.950]	The children that he gave,
[00:49.880]	Are somewhere sleeping like a top
[00:53.90]	Under a marble flag?
[00:55.10]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:59.110]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:01.200]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[01:05.110]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:06.670]
[01:08.110]
[01:09.870]	Come, let me sing into your ear,
[01:13.230]	I thought it out this very day.
[01:16.390]	All that silk and satin gear;
[01:18.740]	A man may put pretence away who leans upon a stick,
[01:22.850]	May sing, and sing until he drop,
[01:26.400]	Whether to maid or hag:
[01:28.390]	I carry the sun in a golden cup,
[01:32.360]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:34.460]	I carry the sun in a golden cup,
[01:38.490]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:45.990]
[01:47.470]
[02:04.310]	Come, let me sing into your ear;
[02:08.870]	Those dancing days are gone,
[02:16.940]	All that silk and satin gear;
[02:21.130]	Crouch upon a stone,
[02:29.20]	Wrapping that foul body up
[02:33.40]	In as foul a rag:
[02:41.130]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[02:45.150]	The moon in a silver bag.
[02:48.110]
[02:55.630]
[03:34.350]
[03:36.550]	【end】

[00:03.310]	Come, let me sing into your ear
[00:07.690]	Those dancing days are gone,
[00:10.490]	All that silk and satin gear
[00:13.920]	Crouch upon a stone,
[00:16.690]	Wrapping that foul body up
[00:19.520]	In as foul a rag:
[00:21.910]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:25.840]	The moon in a silver bag.
[00:27.820]
[00:28.100]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:31.950]	The moon in a silver bag.
[00:36.540]	Curse as you may I sing it through
[00:41.0]	What matter if the knave
[00:43.450]	That the most could pleasure you,
[00:46.950]	The children that he gave,
[00:49.880]	Are somewhere sleeping like a top
[00:53.90]	Under a marble flag?
[00:55.10]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:59.110]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:01.200]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[01:05.110]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:06.670]
[01:08.110]
[01:09.870]	Come, let me sing into your ear,
[01:13.230]	I thought it out this very day.
[01:16.390]	All that silk and satin gear
[01:18.740]	A man may put pretence away who leans upon a stick,
[01:22.850]	May sing, and sing until he drop,
[01:26.400]	Whether to maid or hag:
[01:28.390]	I carry the sun in a golden cup,
[01:32.360]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:34.460]	I carry the sun in a golden cup,
[01:38.490]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:45.990]
[01:47.470]
[02:04.310]	Come, let me sing into your ear
[02:08.870]	Those dancing days are gone,
[02:16.940]	All that silk and satin gear
[02:21.130]	Crouch upon a stone,
[02:29.20]	Wrapping that foul body up
[02:33.40]	In as foul a rag:
[02:41.130]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[02:45.150]	The moon in a silver bag.
[02:48.110]
[02:55.630]
[03:34.350]
[03:36.550]	end

[00:03.310]	Come, let me sing into your ear
[00:07.690]	Those dancing days are gone,
[00:10.490]	All that silk and satin gear
[00:13.920]	Crouch upon a stone,
[00:16.690]	Wrapping that foul body up
[00:19.520]	In as foul a rag:
[00:21.910]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:25.840]	The moon in a silver bag.
[00:27.820]
[00:28.100]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:31.950]	The moon in a silver bag.
[00:36.540]	Curse as you may I sing it through
[00:41.0]	What matter if the knave
[00:43.450]	That the most could pleasure you,
[00:46.950]	The children that he gave,
[00:49.880]	Are somewhere sleeping like a top
[00:53.90]	Under a marble flag?
[00:55.10]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[00:59.110]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:01.200]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[01:05.110]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:06.670]
[01:08.110]
[01:09.870]	Come, let me sing into your ear,
[01:13.230]	I thought it out this very day.
[01:16.390]	All that silk and satin gear
[01:18.740]	A man may put pretence away who leans upon a stick,
[01:22.850]	May sing, and sing until he drop,
[01:26.400]	Whether to maid or hag:
[01:28.390]	I carry the sun in a golden cup,
[01:32.360]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:34.460]	I carry the sun in a golden cup,
[01:38.490]	The moon in a silver bag.
[01:45.990]
[01:47.470]
[02:04.310]	Come, let me sing into your ear
[02:08.870]	Those dancing days are gone,
[02:16.940]	All that silk and satin gear
[02:21.130]	Crouch upon a stone,
[02:29.20]	Wrapping that foul body up
[02:33.40]	In as foul a rag:
[02:41.130]	I carry the sun in a golden cup.
[02:45.150]	The moon in a silver bag.
[02:48.110]
[02:55.630]
[03:34.350]
[03:36.550]	end

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