I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the day
And I'll cry for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watch our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell in to heaven
Some of them fell in to hell

I took a shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all it's charms

I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your choice
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
Cover in the 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 behind me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
Belfast Food

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