David Gilmour - Fat Old Sun

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 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 the fat old sun in the sky is falling summer evening birds are calling Children's laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappears