Rainy Night In Soho

I've been loving you a long time

Down all the years, down all the days

And I've cried for all your sorrows

Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together

And we watched 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

Wind was whistling all its charms

Was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows

You told me all your joys

Whatever happened to that old song

To all those little girls and boys

Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning

Ginger lady in my bed

Covered in a cloak of silence

I'd hear you talking in my head

I'm not singing for the future

I'm not dreaming of the past

I'm not talking bout the first time

I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over

We may never know what it means

you're light I'll hold before me

You're the measure of my dreams

The measure of my dreams