Simon And Garfunkel

Simon And Garfunkel - Old Friends lyrics

Your rating:

A newspaper blowin? 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 parkbench quietly
 How terribly strange to be seventy

 Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found