I can h F ear the soft b Dm reathing of the Bb girl that I l Am ove,
As she l F ies here bes Gm ide me asl C eep with the night,
And her h F air, in a f Dm ine mist fl Bb oats on my p Am illow,
Refl F ecting the g Gm low of the w Bb int C er moonli F ght.
She is s F oft, she is w Dm arm, but my Bb heart remains he Am avy,
And I wa F tch as her br Gm easts gently r C ise, gently fall,
For I k F now with the fi Dm rst light of d Bb awn I'll be l Am eaving,
And toni F ght will be Gm all I have l Bb eft to reca F ll.
Oh, w F hat have I d Dm one, w Bb hy have I d Am one it,
I've comm F itted a c Gm rime, I've b C roken the law,
For twe F nty-five d Dm ollars and p Bb ieces of Am silver,
I he F ld up and r Gm obbed a h Bb ard liquor s F tore.
My l F ife seems unr Dm eal, my c Bb rime an il Am lusion,
A sc F ene badly w Gm ritten in w C hich I must play,
Yet I k F now as I g Dm aze at my y Bb oung love bes Am ide me,
The mo F rning is j Gm ust a few Bb hou C rs a F way.
Simon & Garfunkel
