Fat Old Sun |
Музыка: | Дэвид Гилмор |
Текст: | Дэвид Гилмор |
Вокал: | Дэвид Гилмор |
When the 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
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 time so strange
sing to me, sing to me
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
summer evening birds are
calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears