| the Pogues | G-Dur | Jürgen |
Vorspiel Flöte
| G | D | G | D |
I’ve been loving you a long time, Down all the years, down all the days
| G | D | G | D |
And I’ve cried for all your troubles, miled 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
Flöte Zwischenspiel
leise Begleitung
Sometimes I’d wake up in the morning, the ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence, I’d 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 times, 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