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 thosе groovy guys
And all those groovy guys

We went to see thе 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?

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Writer(s): Beverley Martyn