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 folds 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 folds 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