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.