Simon And Garfunkel
Simon And Garfunkel - Old Friends / Bookends songtekst
Je score:
Old Friends Sat on their park bench like bookends 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 thier 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 Narrowly brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear (Musical Interlude) A time it was It was a time 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