Fat Old Sun

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evening burns out cold.

Summer Sunday at mid-year

Sound of music in my ears.

Distant bells

New mown grass smells so sweet.

By a river holding hands

Roll me up and lay me down.And if you see

Don't make a sound

Pick your feet up off the ground.

And if you hear

as the warm light flows

A silver sound from a toungue so strange

Sing to me

Sing to me.When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evening burns out cold.

Childrens laughter in my ear

The last sunlight disappears.

And if you see

Don't make a sound

Pick your feet up off the ground

And if you hear

as the warm light flows

A silver sound from a toungue so strange

Sing to me

Sing to me

When that fat old sun in the sky is...