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