Geschrieben am 1. Mai 2021 von für Crimemag, CrimeMag Mai 2021

Krimigedicht von Tom Jones

Tom Jones‘ „Delilah“ von 1968 ist einer der ewigen Ohrwürmer. Zum Mitschunkeln und Mitsingen.

Aber vielleicht fällt heute auf, bei was alle immer fröhlich mitsingen … 

I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
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 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 anymore

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 anymore
Forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn’t take anymore

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