When that fat old sun In the sky's falling Summer evening birds are calling Summer Sunday and a year The sound of music in my ears Distant bells new mown grass smells Songs 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 wall night The silver sound from a tongue 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 song-light dissapears
And if you see don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear, as the wall night falls The silver sound from a tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me
