Fat old sun in sky is fall

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of 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
The silver sound from a time so strange

Sing to me, sing to me

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