Hel-

lo

dark-

ness,

my

old

friend

I've

come

to

talk

with

you

a-

gain

Be-

cause

a

vi-

sion

soft-

ly

creep

ing

Left

its

seeds

while

I

was

sleep-

ing

And

the

vi-

sion

that

was

plant-

ed

in

my

brain

Still

re-

mains

With-

in

the

sound

of

si-

lence

In

rest-

less

dreams

I

walked

a-

lone

Nar-

row

streets

of

cob-

le-

stone

'Neath

the

ha-

lo

of

a

street

lamp

I

turned

my

col-

lar

to

the

cold

and

damp

When

my

eyes

were

stab-

bed

by

The

flash

of

a

ne-

on

light

That

split

the

night

And

touched

the

sound

of

si-

lence

And

in

the

na-

ked

light

I

saw

Ten

thou-

sand

peo-

ple,

may-

be

more

Peo-

ple

talk-

ing

with-

o-

ut

speak-

ing

Peo-

ple

hear-

ing

with-

o-

ut

list-

ening

Peo-

ple

writ-

ing

songs

that

voic-

es

nev-

er

share

And

no'one

dare

Dist-

urb

the

sound

of

si-

lence

"Fools",

said

I,

"You

do

not

know

Si-

lence

like

a

can-

cer

grows

Hear

my

words

that

I

mi-

ght

teach

you

Take

my

arms

that

I

mi-

ght

reach

you

But

my

words,

like

si-

lent

rain-

drops,

fell

And

ech-

oed

in

the

wells

of

si-

lence

And

the

people

bowed

and

pray-

ed

To

the

ne-

on

god

they

made

And

the

sign

flash-

ed

out

its

war-

ning

In

the

words

that

it

wa-

s

form-

ing

And

the

sign

said:

"The

words

of

the

proph-

ets

are

Writ-

ten

on

the

sub-

way

walls

And

tenement

halls

And

whis-

per-

ed

in'the

sounds

of

si-

lence.