Fat Old Sun
When the 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 ...