Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. Simon & Garfunkel I can hear the soft bre[F]athing of the [Dm]girl that I love[Bb],[Am] As she l[F]ies here bes[Gm]ide me asl[C]eep with the night, And her h[F]air, in a f[Dm]ine mist fl[Bb]oats on my p[Am]illow, Refl[F]ecting the g[Gm]low of the w[Bb]int[C]er moonli[F]ght. She is s[F]oft, she is w[Dm]arm, but my [Bb]heart remains he[Am]avy, And I wa[F]tch as her br[Gm]easts gently r[C]ise, gently fall, For I k[F]now with the fi[Dm]rst light of d[Bb]awn I'll be (azchords.com)