When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' 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 sit don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
A silver sound in a tongue 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 sit don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound in a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me

When that fat old sun...