Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown though 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 seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

"Old Friends" Song Lyrics
    (Performed by Simon and Garfunkel)

Submit New or Corrected Lyrics