Fine Lines [BBC - Bob Harris 15/10/73] - 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