Pink Floyd - Fat old sun

^GWhen the f^Cat old sun in the sk^Dy is falling, ^FSummer evening b^Cirds are calling. ^G Summer's thunder t^Dime of year, The ^Fsound of music i^Cn my ears. ^G

^DNew-mown grass smells s^Fo sweet. ^{C G}By the river ^Dholding hands, ^FRoll me up and l^Cay me down. ^G

And if you ^Csit, don't ^Bmmake a sound. ^AmPick your feet up ^Goff the ground. And if you ^Chear as the ^Bmwarm night falls ^AmThe silver sound from a ^Dmtime so strange, ^GmSing to me, ^DmSing to me. ^{F D}

^DWhen that f^Gat old sun in the sk^Dy is falling, ^FSummer evening b^Cirds are calling. ^G Children's laughter ^Din my ears, The ^Flast sunlight d^Cisappears. ^G

And if you ^Csit, don't ^Bmmake a sound. ^AmPick your feet up ^Goff the ground. And if you ^Chear as the ^Bmwarm night falls ^AmThe silver sound from a ^Dmtime so strange, ^GmSing to me, ^DmSing to me. ^F

^DWhen that f^Gat old sun ... ^{D F C}