Saara van Rugge

I'll meet you in North London,
I'll be waiting on Primrose Hill.
We can watch the lights over London,
Sitting with you in the night chill.

The Heath in July we be walking,
Until the leaves turn brown.
In the winter the Inn will be calling,
I'll see you in Camden Town.

I'll meet you in North London
Where I know I'm not alone,
Waiting for a summer in London,
Cause I call North London home.