10 acessos
F# Bbm B
Come, let me sing into your ear;
Db F#
Those dancing days are gone,
Bbm B
All the silk and satin gear;
Db Bbm
Crouch upon a stone
Abm
Wrapping that foul body up
Db F#
In as foul a rag:
Bbm Abm \
I carry the sun in a golden cup \ 2x
Db F# /
The moon in a silver bag. /
Repete a mesma seqüência de notas nas duas estrofes abaixo:
(F# Bbm B Db F# Bbm B Db Bbm Abm Db F# Bbm Abm Db F#)
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 \ 2x
The moon in a silver bag. /
(Come let me sing into your ear)
I thought it out this very day,
Noon upon the clock,
(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...