When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer-evening birds are calling Summer sun do you travel yet The sound of music in my ears Distant bells
new grown grass smells so sweet By the river holding hands You re old enough 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 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 And then the sunlight disappears.
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