Soho - Bert Jansch

Come walk the streets of crime

And the coloured bright lit corners of low repute

See the dazzling night life glow beyond the dawn

And burning in The heart of Soho

Hear the market cries and see the 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 their fill to senseless

Their dreams fade and die

And free and easy does the blood red wine come flowing

From the glass to your veins

Oh the midday dream is silent

In the gardens where you're resting from the troubles of your mind

And though the sun is shining bright the owl within the garden

Is either sleeping or is dead

And through the afternoon the buzzing bees do harmonize

With the rushing city light