THE SOUND OF SILENCE Songwriter: Paul Simon Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams, I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone. 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp, When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never shared And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools" said I, "you do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming. Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls." And whispered in the sound of silence.
THE SOUND OF SILENCE
Songwriter: Paul Simon
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams, I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "you do not know.
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the sound of silence.