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Simon & Garfunkel - Old Friends-Bookends

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(2:52)

P. Simon, 1968

Released on Bookends

Old friends

Old friends

Sat on their park bench

Like bookends

A newspaper blown through the grass

Falls on the round toes

Of the high shoes

Of the old friends



Old friends

Winter companions

The old men

Lost in their overcoats

Waiting for the sun

The sounds of the city

Sifting through trees

Settles like dust

On the shoulders

Of the old friends



Can you imagine us years from today

Sharing a park bench quietly?

How terribly strange to be seventy



Old friends

Memory brushes the same years

Silently sharing the same fear...



Time it was, and what a time it was, it was

A time of innocence, a time of confidences

Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph

Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you