Fat Old Sun - Live At Pompeii 2016

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
 Summer evening birds are calling
 Summer's turning hand 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
 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
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 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
 Lift your feet up off the ground
 And if you hear as the warm night falls
 The silver sound in a time so strange
 Sing to me, sing to me