I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight
She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving And tonight will be all I have left to recall
Oh, what have I done; why have I done it I've committed a crime, I've broken the law For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver I held up and robbed a hard liquor store
My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion A scene badly written in which I must play Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me The morning is just a few hours away
