Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday morning 3 am

I can h^Fear the soft b^Dmreathing of the ^Bbgirl that I l^Amove, As she l^Fies here bes^Gmide me asl^Ceep with the night, And her h^Fair, in a f^Dmine mist fl^Bboats on my p^Amillow, Refl^Fecting the g^Gmlow of the w^Bbint^Cer moonli^Fght. She is s^Foft, she is w^Dmarm, but my ^Bbheart remains he^Amavy, And I wa^Ftch as her br^Gmeasts gently r^Cise, gently fall, For I k^Fnow with the fi^Dmrst light of d^Bbawn I'll be l^Ameaving, And toni^Fght will be ^Gmall I have l^Bbeft to reca^Fll. Oh, w^Fhat have I d^Dmone, w^Bbhy have I d^Amone it, I've comm^Fitted a c^Gmrime, I've b^Croken the law, For twe^Fnty-five d^Dmollars and p^Bbieces of ^Amsilver, I he^Fld up and r^Gmobbed a h^Bbard liquor s^Ftore. My l^Fife seems unr^Dmeal, my c^Bbrime an il^Amlusion, A sc^Fene badly w^Gmritten in w^Chich I must play, Yet I k^Fnow as I g^Dmaze at my y^Bboung love bes^Amide me, The mo^Frning is j^Gmust a few ^Bbhou^Crs a^Fway.