John Martyn - Fine Lines paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Fine Lines - John Martyn



Here a fine line, there a fine line
Oh what a time we had
Here a strange place, and there a strange face
Doesn′t it make you sad
I will call up my friends and say
Come on over, make my night or my day
And talk about who's the finest folk in town.
There a day′s grace, here a night's space
Oh what a lovely rhyme
Take it from me, there is no disgrace
In having yourself a time
I will call up my friends and say
Come on over and make my day
And talk about the love that I know is in us all.
Making the bread, going mad in the head
I know when I'm going too far
I want to get back, want to take up the slack
Get where the good times are
But I will call up all my friends and will say
I will say: Come on over make my night or my day
And we′ll talk about who′s the finest folk in town.
Here a fine line, there a fine wine
Oh what a time we had
Here a strange place, there a strange face
Didn't it make me sad
I will call up my friends and say
Now come on over and make my day
And tell me about the love that′s in us all.
That's in us all



Writer(s): John Martyn


John Martyn - No Little Boy
Album No Little Boy
date de sortie
03-03-2008




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