Letra de Fat Old Sun (Live BBC Radio Session, 16 July 1970)
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are callingSummer's Sunday and the year The sound of music in my earsDistant bells, new mown grass smells so sweetBy the river holding hands Roll me up and lay me downAnd if you see, don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls Silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are callingChildren's laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappearsAnd if you see, don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls Silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me