Hello darkness my old friend

I've come to talk to you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left it's seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains, within the sounds of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestones

In the halo of an old street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

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

That split the night, and touched the sounds of silence

And in the naked light I saw,

Ten thousand people maybe more

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share,

No one dare, disturb the sounds of silence

`Fools', said I `you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my word that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you'

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the well of silence

And people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they'd made

And the sign flashed it's warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, `the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls

And whisper in the sounds of silence'