When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' 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 sit don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls A silver sound in 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 in a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun...
Compositor: David Jon Gilmour (PRS)Editores: B M G Music Publishing International Ltd (PRS), Lupus Music Co. Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2017 (22/Jun) e lançado em 2017 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #6196838 e fonograma #15086175 em 07/Abr/2024