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Pink Floyd:Fat Old Sun
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| This song is performed by Pink Floyd and appears on the album Atom Heart Mother (1970). |
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer-evening birds are calling.
Summer 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 folds,
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 see, don't make a sound,
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night folds,
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...
Summer-evening birds are calling.
Summer 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 folds,
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 see, don't make a sound,
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night folds,
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...
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