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Simon Paul Old Friends

like bookends 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

Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that

[Written by Paul Simon] [Copyright 1965 Paul Simon Music -BMI] [Heir Apparent arrangement by Terry Gorle 1987] Hello darkness my old friend I've come

: Words & music by Paul Simon Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round

(Paul Simon) Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

Words & music by Paul Simon Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round toes