Hello darkness my old
friend
I've come to talk with you a-
gain
Because a vision softly
creeping
left its seeds while I was
sleeping.
And the
vision that was
planted in my
brain still re-
mains
within the
sound of
silence.
In restless dreams I walk a-
And in the naked light I
And in the naked light I
lone
saw
saw
through narrow streets of cobble-
ten thousand people maybe
ten thousand people maybe
stone
more
more
beneath the halo of a
people talking without
people talking without
street lamp
speaking
speaking
I turned my collar to the
people hearing without
people hearing without
cold and damp
listening
listening
when my
people
people
eyes were stabbed by the
writing songs that
writing songs that
flash on a neon
voices never
voices never
light split the
shared no-one
shared no-one
night
dared
dared
and touched the
disturb the
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,
sign flashed out its
warning
in the words that it was
forming
and the signs said "the
words of the prophets are
written on the subway
walls and tenement
halls" and
whisper'd in the
sound of
silence.