Am
Hello darkness my old
G
friend
I've come to talk with you a-
Am
gain
C
Because a vision softly
FC
creeping
left its seeds while I was
FC
sleeping.
And the
F
vision that was
planted in my
C
brain still re-
Am
mains
C
within the
G
sound of
Am
silence.
Am
In restless dreams I walk a-
And in the naked light I
G
lone
saw
through narrow streets of cobble-
ten thousand people maybe
Am
stone
more
C
beneath the halo of a
people talking without
FC
street lamp
speaking
I turned my collar to the
people hearing without
FC
cold and damp
listening
when my
people
F
eyes were stabbed by the
writing songs that
flash on a neon
voices never
C
light split the
shared no-one
Am
night
dared
C
and touched the
disturb the
G
sound of
Am
silence.
Am
"Fools," said I, "you do not
G
know
silence like a cancer-
Am
grows.
C
Hear my words that I might
FC
teach you
take my arms that I might
FC
reach you."
But my
F
words like
silent raindrops
C
fell
Am
and
C
echoed in the
G
wells of
Am
silence
And the people bowed and
G
prayed
to the neon god they
Am
made,
C
sign flashed out its
FC
warning
in the words that it was
FC
forming
and the signs said "the
F
words of the prophets are
written on the subway
C
walls and tenement
Am
halls" and
C
whisper'd in the
G
sound of
Am
silence.