When the fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening burns out cold. Summer Sunday at mid-year Sound of music in my ears. Distant bells New mown grass smells so sweet. By a 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 light flows A silver sound from a toungue so strange Sing to me Sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening burns out cold. Childrens laughter in my ear 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 light flows A silver sound from a toungue so strange Sing to me Sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is...
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