Songtexte 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
Old friends Winter companions The old men Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city Sifting through trees Settle 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