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, within the sound of silence

In the restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestones
'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
And my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that spilt the night, and touched the sound of silence

And in the naked night I saw, ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dares disturb the sound of silence

'Fools' said I,'You do not know, silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words I might teach you, take my arms I might reach you'
But my words like silence raindrops fell, echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its 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 sound of silence