The Pogues

I've been loving you a long time

Down all the years, down all the days

And I've cried for all your troubles

Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together

And we saw them as they fell

Some of them fell into Heaven

Some of them fell into Hell



I took shelter from a shower

And I stepped into your arms

On a rainy night in Soho

The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows

You told me all your joys

Whatever happened to that old song?

To all those little girls and boys



Sometimes I wake up in the morning

The ginger lady by my bed

Covered in a cloak of silence

I hear you talking in my head

I'm not singing for the future

I'm not dreaming of the past

I'm not talking of the first time

I never think about the last



Now the song is nearly over

We may never find out what it means

Still there's a light I hold before me

You're the measure of my dreams

The measure of my dreams