Hello darkness my old friend.

I’ve come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left it seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains

Within the sounds 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 stared by the flash of the neon light

That split the night and touched the sounds of silence.

And in the naked light I saw – and in the naked light I saw.

Ten thousand people maybe more – ten thousand people maybe more.

People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share – never share.

No ore dared – no one dared - disturb the sounds of silence.

Fools say I “you do not know”, silence is like a cancer grow.

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 through the neon God they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning and the words that it was forming.

And the signs said the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls and tenement halls,

And whispered in the sounds of silence.