{title: Fat Old Sun}
{artist: Pink Floyd}

[G] When that fat old sun in the [D]sky is falling
[F] Summer evening bi[C]rds are calling   [G]
[G] Summer Sunday [D]and a year
[F] Sound of music in[C] my ears   [G]    [G]
[G] Distant bells, [D]new mown grass [F]smells so sweet [C]
[G] By the river [D]holding hands 
[F] Roll me up and [C]lay me down  [G]


And if you [C]see, Don't [Bm]make a sound
[Am] Pick your feet up [G]off the ground.
And if you [C]hear as the [Bm]warm night falls
[Am] The silver sound from a [Dm]time so strange
[Gm] Sing to me, [Dm]sing to me  [F]  [D]


When that [G] fat old sun in the [D]sky is falling
[F] Summer evening bi[C]rds are calling   [G]
[G] Children's laughter [D]in my ears
[F] The last sunlight dis[C]appears    [G]


And if you [C]see, Don't [Bm]make a sound
[Am] Pick your feet up [G]off the ground.
And if you [C]hear as the [Bm]warm night falls
[Am] The silver sound from a [Dm]time so strange
[Gm]Sing to me, [Dm]sing to me  [F]  [D]


When that [G] fat old sun in the [D]sky is falling
[F] Summer evening bi[C]rds are calling   [G]
[G] [D] [F] [C] [G]/