Lyrics Old Friends / Bookends Theme (Live) - 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
the
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.
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