"Fat Old Sun" lyrics

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening 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 down.

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 tongue so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening 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 tongue so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.