作曲 : BRUNI, CARLA 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, Are 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. All that silk and satin gear; A man may put pretence 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.
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[00:00.000] 作曲 : BRUNI, CARLA [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】
