When that fat old sun
in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds
are calling
Summer's thunder time of 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 sit
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 falling
Summer evening birds
are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you sit
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
