Fat Old Sun

“Fat Old Sun” by Pink Floyd. I was listening to this song with my eyes closed and suddenly I moved to a different dreamy world. I felt like being in heaven imagining me resting by the river side and watching the sun falling down in the horizon with birds singing and the cool breeze mixed with sweet smell of new mown grass touching my face. Even dreaming gives a great mystic sensation. After stepping into this busy world where life is driven by money it’s nice to rest few thinking neurons in my brain and dream about something which is soothing to my heart, mind and body.

Lyrics of Fat Old Sun – Pink Floyd

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.