Delilah

I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window

I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blinds

She was my woman!

As she deceived me, I watched and went out of my mind

My, my, my, Delilah!

Why, why, why, Delilah?

I could see, that girl was no good for me

But I was lost like a slave that no one could free

At break of day, when the man drove away

I was waiting

I crossed the street to her house

And she opened the door

She stood there laughing!

I felt the knife in my hand, and she laughed no more

My, my, my, Delilah!

Why, why, why, Delilah?

So before they come to break down the door

Forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn't take any more

She stood there laughing!

I felt the knife in my hand, and she laughed no more

My, my, my, Delilah!

Why, why, why, Delilah?

So before they come to break down the door

Forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn't take any more

• Artist:P. J. Proby