Pogues - Rainy night in Soho

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 HeavenSome 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 sorrowsYou told me all your joysWhatever happened to that old songTo all those little girls and boysSometimes I wake up in the morningThe gingerlady by my bedCovered in a cloak of silenceI hear you talking 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