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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