When that fatal sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. Summer Sunday and a year, the sound of music in my ears. Distant past, you know grass smells so sweet. By the river, holding hands, roll me up and lay me down. And if you don't make a sound, pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls, seal the sound from a tongue so strange. Sing to me, sing to me. When that fatal sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. Children's laughter in my ears, the last sunlight disappears. And if you don't make a sound, pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls, seal the sound from a tongue so strange. Sing to me, sing to me. When that fatal sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. When that fatal sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. When that fatal sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. When that fatal sun in the sky is falling, summer evening birds are calling. APPLAUSE Excellent. That's really beautiful. That's Fat Old Sun, Dave Gilmore composition. Is that going to be on the next LP? It is. Great. These next two things have already been in fact recorded and you doubtless have the records already. They are Green Is The Colour and that's going to be followed with Careful With That Axe, Eugene.