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.