文本歌词

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