Hello darkness my old friend
I've come with 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 streetlamp
I turned my collar to
the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light
the splited 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
To stir the sound of silence
Fool said I you do not know
silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words and
I might teach you
take my arms then
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'd made
And the sign flashed out
its warning in the words
that it was forming
And the sign said the words
of the prophets are written
on the subway walls
And tenement halls
and whispered
in the sounds of silence