[00:00.000] 作词 : William Butler Yeats[00:01.000] 作曲 : Carla Bruni[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[00:28.100]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]I carry the sun in a golden cup[01:08.110]The moon in a silver bag[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[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