Fat old Sun

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Fat old Sun
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's 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 time so strange
Sing to me

Sing to me
When 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 meSing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is...(fades out)