Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. Lyrics
| Song | Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. |
| Artist | Simon |
| Album | The Columbia Studio Recordings (1964-1970) |
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| Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m. 2:13 | |
| by Simon & Garfunkel | |
| Words and Music by Paul Simon | |
| From the 1964 album: "WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM" | |
| © 1964 Columbia LP CS 9049 | |
| 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 | |
| (END) |
| Wednesday Morning, 3 a. m. 2: 13 | |
| by Simon Garfunkel | |
| Words and Music by Paul Simon | |
| From the 1964 album: " WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM" | |
| 1964 Columbia LP CS 9049 | |
| 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 twentyfive 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 | |
| END |
| Wednesday Morning, 3 a. m. 2: 13 | |
| by Simon Garfunkel | |
| Words and Music by Paul Simon | |
| From the 1964 album: " WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM" | |
| 1964 Columbia LP CS 9049 | |
| 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 twentyfive 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 | |
| END |
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