Soho - Bert Jansch, John Renbourn

Come walk the streets of crime

And color bright the corners

Of love with the earth

See the dazzling nightlife grow

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 to fill to senseless

Till the dreams fade and die

And free and easy

Does the blood red wine come flowing

From the glass to your veins

And the midday dream is silent

Thou gardens where you’re resting

From the troubles of your mind

And though the sun is burning brightly

All within the gardens

Are the sleeping oris dead?

And through the afternoon

The buzzing bees do harmonize

Through the rushing sale daylight