Fat Old Sun (Live BBC Radio Session, 30 September 1971)

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are calling Summer's Sunday and the year The last sunlight disappears 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 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 When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are calling Summer's Sunday and the year 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...