Soho
by Bert Jansch & John Renbourn
From the album: Bert and John
Duration: 3:03
Lyrics for Soho
Come walk the streets of crime, And colour bright the corners Of low repute. See the dazzling nightlife glow Beyond the dawn and burning, In the heart of Soho. Hear the market cries, And see their wares displayed Through the window of your soul. Come watch the naked dance That spins before your very eyes, Naked like the sun. Step inside where men before Have drunk their fill till senseless, The dreams fade and die. And free and easy Does the blood-red wine come flowing, From the glass to your veins. As the midday dream is silent, In the gardens where you're resting From the troubles of your mind. And though the sun is burning brightly, All within the garden Is either sleeping or is dead. And through the afternoon, The buzzing bees do harmonise With the rushing city lights