Those dancing days are gone
Guitar Pro Tab | v5.00
| Posted on Feb. 22, 2012, 9:57 p.m.
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Guitar Pro Tab Summary
Album
unknown
Song Author
W. B. Yeats
Tabbed by
Guitar: pedromagenta
Instruments
1st → Guitarra
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Lyrics
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.
Curse as you may i sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That 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 thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
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.
