DELILAH 

WRITERS BARRY MASON, LES REED



Delilah 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