Delilah / Tom Jones 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 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 t..