Fat Old Sun (Live BBC Radio Session, 30 September 1971)

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' 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 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 tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' birds are calling Children's laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappears 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 tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling