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.