Fine Lines (Album Version)

Fine Lines (Album Version) - John Martyn

Written by：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

All 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 make 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