Letras:
Simon Garfunkel Wednesday Morning 3 A M

shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street A

of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turn my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That

: He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his

the bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers

Faneri-o Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove And they called her name pretty Peggy-o Come a-runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a

he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee Yes he did, yes he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes he did, yes he did Talkin' about a man from Galilee

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

Tradução: Simon and Garfunkel. Wednesday Morning, 3 AM.

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