Pink Floyd: Fat Old Sun (Lyrics, Paroles)
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Summers thunder time 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 sit,
Dont 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.
Childrens laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Dont 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.
|
|
