Letra Old Friends Bookends Theme de Simon And Garfunkel

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 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...

(Musical Interlude)

Time it was,
and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
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Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you