Pink Floyd - Fat Old Sun

Fat Old Sun

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin birds are calling
Summers 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 dont 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 evenin birds are calling
Childrens laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you sit dont 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