Pink Floyd

Fat Old Sun

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer-evening birds are calling
Summer sun do you travel yet
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new grown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
You're old enough 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