A Poem On The Underground Wall Simon & Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that

A Poem On The Underground Wall (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that

A Poem on the Underground Wall (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that they can

A Poem on the Underground Wall Simon and Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due, The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in the shadows.

A Poem On The Underground Wall Live Simon And Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due, The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in the shadows.

A Poem On The Underground Wall Art Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due, The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in the shadows.

Patterns Simon & Garfunkel

The night sets softly With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle

Leaves That Are Green (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your

Leaves That Are Green (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your

Leaves That Are Green Simon & Garfunkel

I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.

The Dangling Conversation Simon & Garfunkel

It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room.

The Dangling Conversation (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room.

My Little Town Simon & Garfunkel

In my little town I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all And he used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall my little town Coming home after school

Kodachrome / Maybellene Simon & Garfunkel

When I think back On all the crap I learned in high school Its a wonder I can think at all And though my lack of education Hasnt hurt me none I can read the writing on the wall Kodachrome They give us

PATTERNS Simon And Garfunkel

The night sets softly With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle

Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall Simon & Garfunkel

Through the corridors of sleep Past shadows dark and deep my mind dances and leaps in confusion I don？t know what is real I can？

Leaves That Are Green (Live) Simon And Garfunkel

I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.

Leaves that are Green Simon and Garfunkel

I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.

Leaves That Are Green Live Simon And Garfunkel

I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.

el condor pasa Simon & Garfunkel

SELF CONTROL Sung by Laura Branigan Oh,the night is my world City lights painted girls In the day noting matters It's the night time that matters In the night no control Through the wall

el condor pasa Simon & Garfunkel

SELF CONTROL Sung by Laura Branigan Oh,the night is my world City lights painted girls In the day noting matters It's the night time that matters In the night no control Through the wall

The Dangling Conversation Simon And Garfunkel

It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room.

Dangling Conversation Simon And Garfunkel

It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lae And shadows wash the room.

Go Tell It On The Mountain Simon & Garfunkel

Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas

Old Friends / Bookends Simon & Garfunkel

Old Friends Old Friends Sat on their park bench like bookends Newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old Friends Winter companions the old men

Bleecker Street Simon & Garfunkel

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try

Bleecker Street (Demo) Simon & Garfunkel

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand

Old Friend / Bookends Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions the old men

Old Friends/Bookends Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes Of the old friends.

Old Friend/ Bookends Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes Of the old friends.

Scarborough Fair / Canticle Simon & Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Tracing of sparrow

the boxer Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And

the boxer Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And

The Boxer Garfunkel, Simon

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

Star Carol Simon & Garfunkel

Long years ago, on a deep winter night. High in the heavens, a star shone bright. While in the manger, a wee baby lay. Sweetly asleep, on a bed of hay. Jesus our lord, was that baby so small.

Old Friends Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin´ through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions

The Boxer Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to

The Boxer Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards

Bridge Over The Trouble Water Simon & Garfunkel

When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

scarborough fair Simon & Garfunkel

-------------------------------------------------------------- Sung By Simon & Garfunkel -------------------------------------------------------------- Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley,sage

Scarborough Fair/Canticle Simon & Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in

scarborough fair Simon & Garfunkel

-------------------------------------------------------------- Sung By Simon & Garfunkel -------------------------------------------------------------- Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley,sage

Scarborough Fair / Canticle (Extended Version) Simon & Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in

Scarborough Fair Simon & Garfunkel

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Overs (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep

Overs Simon & Garfunkel

The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep

Save The Life Of My Child Simon & Garfunkel

A boy sat on the ledge An old man who had fainted was revived And everyone agreed 'twould be a miracle indeed If the boy survived "Save the life of my child!"

America Simon & Garfunkel

Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs.

Program Open: America Simon & Garfunkel

Let us be lovers and marry our fortunes together I've got some realestate here in my bar So we bought a pack of cigerettes and Mrs Wagners's pies And walked off to look for America Kathy I said as we boarded

The Boxer (El Boxeador) Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards