A Rainy Night in Soho - The Pogues

I’ve been loving you a long time

Down all the years, down all the days

And I’ve cried for all your troubles

Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together

And we saw them as they fell

Some of them fell into heaven

Some of them fell into hell

I took shelter from a shower

And I stepped into your arms

On a rainy night in Soho

The wind was whistling all its charms

So I sang you all my sorrows

And you told me all your joys

Whatever happened to that old song

To all those little girls and boys?

Sometimes I wake up in the morning

The gingerlady by my bed

Covered in a cloak of silence

I hear you in my head

Now I’m not singing for the future

No, I’m not dreaming of the past

I’m not talking about the first time

I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over

We may never find out what it means

Still there’s a light I hold before me

And you’re the measure of my dreams, the measure of my dreams