Rainy Night In Soho (Traditional Version) Songtext

I've been loving you a long timeDown all the years, down all the daysAnd I've cried for all your troublesSmiled at your funny little waysWe watched our friends grow up togetherAnd we saw them as they fellSome of them fell into heavenAnd some of them fell into hellI took shelter from a showerAnd I stepped into your armsOn a rainy night in SohoThe wind was whistling all its charmsI sang you all my sorrowsAnd you told me all your joysWhatever happened to that old songTo all those little girls and boysThose little girls and boysNow the song is nearly overWe may never find out what it meansBut there's a light I hold before meAnd you're the measure of my dreamsThe measure of my dreamsSometimes I wake up in the morningThe gingerlady by my bedCovered in a cloak of silenceI hear you in my headI'm not singing for the futureI'm not dreaming of the pastI'm not talking of the fist timeI never think about the lastNow the song is nearly overWe may never find out what it meansStill there's a light I hold before meYou're the measure of my dreamsThe measure of my dreams