Delilah Tom Jones (#15 in 1968)

I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadow
Of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she decieved 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 man could free

 
At break of day
When that 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
    Forgive me Delilah
    I just couldn't take any more