text: When that 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 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 tongue 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 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 tongue so strange
  Sing to me, sing to me
  When that fat old sun in the sky is falling