Soho (Jansch Bert)

Come walk the streets of crime And colour 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 harmonise Through the rushing sale daylight