The Pogues - A 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 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 / 

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'd wake up in the morning / 

The ginger lady by 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 of the first times / 

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 / 

You're the measure of my dreams /

The measure of my dream