Fat Old Sun (Live In Gdansk - Audio)

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evenin' birds are calling

Summer's sunday end of 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 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 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 in a tongue so strange

Sing to me

Sing to me

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