When the fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evenin' birds are callingSummer's thunder time of yearThe sound of music in my earsDistant bells, new mown grassSmells so sweetBy the river holding handsRoll me up and lay me downAnd if you sit don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is fallingSummer evenin' birds are callingChildren's laughter in my earsThe last sunlight disappearsAnd if you sit don't make a soundPick your feet up off the groundAnd if you hear as the warm night fallsThe silver sound from a time so strangeSing to me, sing to meWhen that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Pink Floyd. Fearless (04:15)
Early Flight. Lyrics: You say the hill's too steep to climb Climb it. You say you'd like to see me
try Climbing. You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day. And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds I look down,
hearing the sound of the things you've said today. Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round Frowning. And who's the fool who wears the crown? And go down
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