Watermark
Art Garfunkel Lyrics


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How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore

How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song

How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song




Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song

Overall Meaning

The song "Watermark" by Art Garfunkel is a deeply introspective and melancholic reflection on the experience of loss and the passing of time. The opening lines immediately set the tone with the imagery of delicate tracery, comparing the lyrical subject to the moonlit lace tops of evening pines. This is then followed by further comparisons, including an old book with illegible writing, a song half-heard through a closed door, and an antique etching glass design that turned out wrong. These metaphors all point towards the same idea of beauty that has been lost or obscured, leaving only traces or shadows behind.


The second verse then introduces the idea of a late lover, who is captured on an ancient canvas, and whose body is decaying and disappearing even as the singer sings this song. The image of the lover pressed against the rainswept, windy windows of the singer's eyes is particularly powerful, evoking a sense of longing and distance. The varnish is also a poignant metaphor, representing the ways in which time dulls and distorts our memories and perceptions. Despite this, the singer still looks through the old varnish, seemingly unable to let go of the past.


The final verse brings the theme of water into the mix, describing the singer's sorrow as a watermark that is never there and never really gone. This is a hauntingly beautiful image, suggesting that even though the singer may outwardly appear to have moved on, the feelings of loss and grief are always present, just beneath the surface. The repetition of the final line, "Even as I sing this song," drives home this point, underscoring the ongoing nature of the singer's emotional journey.


Line by Line Meaning

How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
The details of my lover's face are fragile and intricate, like the delicate patterns created by moonlit trees.


Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
My lover's face is as intricate and beautiful as the patterns created by the shadows of trees at night.


Like a song half heard through a closed door
My memory of my lover is fleeting, like a song that I can only half-remember, heard from behind a closed door.


Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
My memories of my lover are like an old book that has faded over time and the writing is no longer legible.


How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
My lover looks so innocent, like a child, as she lies next to me.


Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Her innocence is overwhelming and moves me, like the feeling of being pressed against a window during a stormy, windy day.


Like an antique etching glass design
My memory of her is like an antique etching on glass; a beautiful work of art.


That somehow turned out wrong
Despite the beauty, something isn't quite right and the memory feels tainted.


How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
My sorrow is hidden deep inside of me, fading away silently and unnoticed.


You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
My sorrow is so deep that it cannot be seen or heard by others.


It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
My sorrow is like a watermark on paper that is both present and not present, hiding just beneath the surface.


Even as I sing this song
My sorrow continues to exist and shape my memories, even as I sing this song.


I keep looking through old varnish
Despite the decay and fading of my memories, I keep looking at the image of my lover, preserved in my mind like an old painting covered in varnish.


At my late lover's body
I am remembering the physical form of my deceased lover, as she was when she was alive.


Caught on ancient canvas
My memories of my lover are like an ancient painting, capturing a moment in time that no longer exists.


And decaying...disappearing
Despite my efforts to hold onto my memories, they are slowly fading away and disappearing.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JIMMY WEBB

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@lonefoxcub

How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore

How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song

How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song



All comments from YouTube:

@lesleycrum8763

After nearly 40 years, Artie still makes my heart sing. His voice has no equal, IMO. He and Paul are and were the soundtrack for my life. I feel sorry for the kids today who have never known the likes of 60's & 70's music.

@bbordelon2

Jimmy Webb wrote musical poetry, and Art had the beautiful pipes to meld with it so perfectly. One of my favorite numbers,

@RobertJohnson-zg6bc

Such an accurate and true comment. Its a match made in heaven. 43 years on and this beautiful song is a classic suspended in time.

@danielv62

Truth!

@lonefoxcub

How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore

How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song

How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song

@jeffreypolzin9399

I bought this album when it first came out. Fell instantly in love with it! 1 of the most beautiful and melodic albums ever made! Thank you, Art!

@litalsumu188

yes 🌺

@debralynnpaxton5238

His voice is pure magic ♡

@josephhassett6505

Beautiful,ethereal,and like most of Garfunkels solo work,greatly underrated.

@sherlockholmeslives.1605

The finest album of all time!

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