Simon and Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

Collected Works / 1981-03-01 1. 7 o'clock News/Silent Night 2. AMERICA 3. Anji 4. April Come She Will 5. At the Zoo 6. A Most Peculiar Man 7. A Poem on the Underground Wall 8. A Simple Desultory Philippic 9. Baby Driver 10. Benedictus 11. Bleeker Street 12. Blessed 13. Bookends Theme 14. Bridge Over Troubled Water 15. Bye Bye Love 16. Cecilia 17. Cloudy 18. EL CONDOR PASA (IF I COULD) 19. Fakin' It 20. Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall 21. For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her 22. Go Tell It On The Mountain 23. Hazy Shade of Winter 24. He Was My Brother 25. Homeward Bound 26. I Am a Rock 27. Kathy's Song 28. Keep the Customer Satisfied 29. Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream 30. Leaves That Are Green 31. Old Friends 32. Overs 33. Patterns 34. Peggy-O (Traditonal) 35. Punky's Dilemma 36. Richard Cory 37. Save the Life of My Child 38. Scarborough Fair/Canticle 39. Somewhere They Can't Find Me 40. Song for the Asking 41. So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright 42. Sparrow 43. The 59th Street Bridge Song 44. The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine 45. The Boxer 46. The Dangling Conversation 47. The Only Living Boy in New York 48. The Sound Of Silence 49. The Sun Is Burning 50. The Times They Are A-Changin' 51. Voices of Old People 52. We've Got a Groovy Thing Goin' 53. Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. 54. Why Don't You Write Me 55. You Can Tell The World

Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

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.