When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. Summer Sunday had a yin, the sound of music in my ears. Distant bells, humongous smells, so sweet. By the river, holy 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 falls, a silver sound in a tongue 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 loud sunlight disappears. And if you see, don't make a sound, lift your feet up off the ground. And if you hear, as the warm night falls, a silver sound in a tongue so strange, sing to me, sing to me. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. SUMMER EVENING BIRDS BIRDS OF PARADISE SUMMER EVENING BIRDS SUMMER EVENING BIRDS SUMMER EVENING BIRDS