Fat Old Sun

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evenin' birds are calling

Summer Sunday and a year

The sound of music in my ears

Distant bells

New mown grass smells so sweet

By the river holding hands

Roll me up and lay me downAnd if you see

Don't make a sound

Pick your feet up off the ground

And if you hear as the warm night falls

The silver sound from a time so strange

Sing to me

Sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evenin' birds are calling

Children's laughter in my ears

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 night falls

The silver sound from a time so strange

Sing to me

Sing to me

When that fat old sun in the sky is...(fades out)