The Definitive Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown through 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 sunse

Words and Music by Paul Simon From the 1964 album: "WEDNESDAY MORNING. 3AM" 1964 Columbia LP CS 9049 I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my