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.

• 7 O'clock News/silent Night
• A Poem on The Underground Wall
• America
• At The Zoo
• Baby Driver
• Bleeker Street
• Blues Run The Game
• Bookends
• Bridge Over Troubled Water
• Bye Bye Love
• Cecilia
• Cloudy
• El Condor Pasa
• Fakin' It
• Feuilles-o
• Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• Hazy Shade of Winter
• He Was My Brother
• Hey, Schoolgirl/black Slacks
• Homeward Bound
• Keep The Customer Satisfied
• My Little Town
• Old Friends
• Overs
• Patterns
• Peggy-o
• Punky's Dilemma
• Red Rubber Ball
• Save The Life of My Child
• Scarborough Fair/canticle
• So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright
• Song for The Asking
• Sparrow
• The 59th Street Bridge Song
• The Boxer
• The Dangling Conversation
• The Only Living Boy in New York
• The Sun is Burning
• Wednesday Morning, 3 a. M.
• Why Don't You Write Me