Fat Old Sun (Live at Pompeii 2016)

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evening birds are calling

Summer's 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

The silver sound in a town 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 sit

Don't make a sound

Lift your feet up off the ground

And if you hear as the warm night falls

A silver sound in a town so strange

Sing to me, sing to me