Fat Old Sun (1971‐09‐30) Songtext
von Pink Floyd

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Summer′s thunder time 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 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
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 time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me

(When that fat old sun in the sky is falling...)