Pink Floyd

When the fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evenin' birds are callingSummer's thunder time of yearThe sound of music in my earsDistant bells, new mown grassSmells so sweetBy the river holding handsRoll me up and lay me downAnd if you sit don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evenin' birds are callingChildren's laughter in my earsThe last sunlight disappearsAnd if you sit don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is falling