"Fat Old Sun" is a Pink Floyd song written and sung by David Gilmour. It appeared on the album Atom Heart Mother LYRICS When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Summer's thunder time of 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 sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls 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 sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls 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. 2006 live

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The radio mix of Ralph Rosario's remix of Summer Of Love from Songs Of Experience, one of a number of mixes done by the American House DJ for U2 in 2018. Explore the music of U2: https://U2.lnk.to/ListenID Subscribe to the U2 channel: https://U2.lnk.to/YTSubscribeID Watch more U2 videos: https://U2.lnk.to/WatchMoreID Sign up to the U2 mailing list: https://U2.lnk.to/MailingListID Follow U2 on… Facebook: https://U2.lnk.to/FacebookID Twitter: https://U2.lnk.to/TwitterID Instagram: https://U2.lnk.to/InstagramID Official Website: https://U2.lnk.to/WebsiteID Lyrics: The winter doesn’t want you, it haunts you Summer serenading’s, a long way from this frozen place, your face Our teacher, our preacher, it’s nature And like flowers growing in a bomb crater From nothing, a rose, it grows I’ve been thinking ‘bout the West Coast Not the one that everyone knows We’re sick of living in the shadows We’ve one more chance before the light goes For a summer of love (summer of love) Summer of love (summer of love) Freezing, we’re leaving, believing That all we need is ahead of us somewhere In a summer to come So we run I’ve been thinking ‘bout the West Coast Not the one that everyone knows We’re sick of living in the shadows We’ve one more chance before the light goes For a summer of love (summer of love) A summer of love (summer of love) Oh and when all is lost When all is lost we find out what remains Oh the same oceans crossed For some it’s pleasure, for some it’s pain I’ve been thinking ‘bout the West coast Not the one that everyone knows In the rubble of Aleppo Flowers blooming in the shadows For a summer of love A summer of love

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