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 was planted in my brain

Still remains with the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walk alone

Narrow streets of cobble stone

Beneath the hallo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light

That split the night And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more

People talking without speaking hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dare disturb the sound of silence

"Fool" said I "you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you

 But my words like silent rain-drops fell

And echo-ed in the wells of silence

And the people bow and prayed to the neon

God they made And the sign flash out its warning

In the words that it was forming

 And the sings said "The words of the prophers are written the subway walls and tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence