Poetry, sheer poetry.....Rainy Night in Soho by the Pogues Ive been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And Ive 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 Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means But theres a light I hold before me And youre the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams Sometimes I wake up in the morning The gingerlady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you in my head Im not singing for the future Im not dreaming of the past Im not talking of the fist time I never think about the last Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means Still theres a light I hold before me Youre the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 02:06:26 +0000
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