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