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.