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 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 evenin' 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 falls The silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me
