Simon & Garfunkel
Old Friends
Lyrics
Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown 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 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 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears
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SongInfo
Release Year
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Genres
Acoustic
Folk
Pop
Rock
Moods
Sad
Beautiful
Calm & Peaceful
Vocals
Male