Pink Floyd - Fat old sun: lyrics de la chanson

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer-evening birds are calling.
Summer sun do you travel yet?
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-evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears
And then the 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 me, sing to me.