paroles de chanson Fat Old Sun - Live At Pompeii 2016 - David Gilmour

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Summer's turning hand 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

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
Lift 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