Fat Old Sun
When that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evening birds are callingSummer sunday and a yearThe sound of music in my earsDistant bells, new mown grass smells so sweetBy the river holding handsRoll me up and lay me down
And if you see, don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to me...
When that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evening birds are callingChildren's laughter in my earsThe last sunlight disappears
And if you see, don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to me