Intro     When the fat old sun in the sky is falling   Summer evening birds are calling   Summer 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 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   Children’s laughter in my ears   The last sunlight disappears    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 from a time so strange   Sing to me Sing to me                 (Solo)   When that fat old sun...