Lyrics:

When That Fat Old Sun In The Sky Is Falling
summer-Evening Birds Are Calling
summer Sunday And A 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 See, Don't Make A Sound
pick Your Feet Up Off The Ground
and If You Hear As The Warm Night Folds
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 See, Don't Make A Sound
pick Your Feet Up Off The Ground
and If You Hear As The Warm Night Folds
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