Primrose Hill - John Martyn, Beverley Martyn

Went to see the sun go down on Primrose Hill

The Sunday evening sun go down on Primrose Hill

Never could be anything else

Never should be anything else

'Cause I like that kind of life

I like that kind of life

Never thinking too far ahead

Hanging high, I fall to bed

That’s the only kind of life I’ve led

Just the pictures in your room

Smell the rose’s sweet perfume

While you’re around, you’ve got to hear this tune

And all thos groovy guys

And all those groovy guys

We went to see th sun go down on Primrose Hill

The Sunday evening sun go down on Primrose Hill

Never could be anything else

Never should be anything else

'Cause I like that kind of life

I like that kind of life

Do you like that kind of life?

Do you like that kind of life?

Do you like that kind of life?