Carla Bruni - Those dancing days are gone
текст песни

Capo on 1st fret,
And it goes:

Verse 1
F A Bb
Come, let me sing into your ear
C F
Those dancing days are gone
A Bb
All that silk and satin gear
C Dm
Crouch upon a stone
G
Wrapping that foul body up
C
In as foul a rag

Chorus
F Dsus2 G
I carry the sun in a golden cup
C
The moon in a silver bag X2

Verse 2
F A Bb
Curse as you may I sing it through
C F
What matter if the knave
A Bb
That the most could pleasure you
C Dm
The children that he gave
G
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
C
Under a marble flag?

Chorus
F Dsus2 G
I carry the sun in a golden cup
C
The moon in a silver bag X2

Bridge
F A Bb
Come let me sing into your ear
C
I thought it out this very day
F
Noon upon the clock
A Bb
All that silk and satin gear
C
A man may put pretence away
Dm
Who leans upon a stick
G
May sing, and sing until he drop
C
Whether to maid or hag

Chorus
F Dsus2 G
I carry the sun in a golden cup
C
The moon in a silver bag X2

Solo
Outro (F A Bb C)