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 share
And no one dare
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
And 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 sound
of silence