Simon And Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 AM - Wednesday Morning, 3 AM (1964)

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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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,
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