Sunday

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.
(Pink Floyd, "Fat Old Sun", 1970)

I took a walk along the shore
To clear my mind about the day,
I saw a man I'd seen before
As I approached he slipped away.
(Blackmore's Night, "Spirit of the Sea", 1997)