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Fat Old Sun (Live BBC Radio Session, 30 September 1971) - Pink Floyd

Written by：David Gilmour

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evening birds are calling

Summer's thunder time of year

The last sunlight disappears

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

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 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 that fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evening birds are calling

Summer's thunder time of year

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 from a time so strange

Sing to me sing to me

Sing to me sing to me