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Till the dreams fade and die, from the troubles of your mind
beyond the dawn and burning
and see their wares displayed
from the troubles of your mind
see the dazzling nightlife grow
All within the gardens, till the dreams fade and die
are the sleeping oris dead
in the heart of soho
from the glass to your veins
and though the sun is burning brightly
Step inside where men before, come walk the streets of crime Bert, come walk the streets of crime
Till the dreams fade and die, step inside where men before
come walk the streets of crime
And the midday dream is silent, are the sleeping oris dead
from the troubles of your mind
And color bright the corners, does the blood red wine come flowing Soho, come watch the naked dance
Step inside where men before, that spins before your very eyes, from the troubles of your mind
in the heart of soho
Hear the market cries, and the midday dream is silent Jansch, that spins before your very eyes
hear the market cries
Till the dreams fade and die, and though the sun is burning brightly, hear the market cries
And through the afternoon, the buzzing bees do harmonize
See the dazzling nightlife grow, of love with the earth
come watch the naked dance
Naked like the sun, hear the market cries, hear the market cries
Beyond the dawn and burning, through the window of your soul Jansch, till the dreams fade and die
through the rushing sale daylight
In the heart of soho, come watch the naked dance
And free and easy, naked like the sun Soho, are the sleeping oris dead
Hear the market cries, come walk the streets of crime, and free and easy
naked like the sun
Does the blood red wine come flowing, and free and easy Jansch, and through the afternoon
And see their wares displayed, see the dazzling nightlife grow Jansch, beyond the dawn and burning
all within the gardens
From the glass to your veins, from the troubles of your mind, in the heart of soho