[Written by Paul Simon]



[Copyright 1965 Paul Simon Music -BMI]



[Heir Apparent arrangement by Terry Gorle 1987]



Hello darkness my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left it's seeds while I was sleeping

And a 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 streetlamp

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 dared

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

In 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 sounds of silence





7. The Haunting



[Written by Mike Jackson, Steve Benito and Terry Gorle]



[Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI]



[Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP]



Memory- go away

I grow weary from my running

Hiding for so long

I've lost my way



Morning light's reminders

Painting colors in my prison

Daylight brightens every shade of grey

The pain never ending, and now its so cliche



Yesterdays are creaking doors

And noises in the nighttime

Feelings, only chains across the floor

Voices on the wind, softly moan

I hear them whisper

Mirrors mock the man I was before



My mind slowly fading

Like paper in the rain



The haunting, it still remains

The haunting, it still remains



Turning and burning in my bed

A never-ending ghost

That lives inside my head



Memory- go away

I grow weary from my running

Hiding for so long

I've lost my way



Yesterdays are creaking doors

And noises in the nighttime

Feelings, only chains across the floor

My mind keeps decaying

Like paper in the rain



The haunting, it still remains

The haunting, it still remains



Turning and burning in my bed

A never-ending ghost

That lives inside my head



Memories remain of the haunting

Can't stop the pain of the haunting: