Old Friend/ Bookends
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


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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 sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy





Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel's song, Old Friends / Bookends Theme, reflect on the emotions felt by old friends who have drifted apart and then reunited, likening them to the bookends on a shelf, sitting side by side. The song speaks of two men who sit on a park bench during the winter months, waiting for the sun to emerge from behind the clouds. The desolation of winter is palpable and symbolizes the men's lives. They are waiting for the sun, waiting for something to happen to reignite their lives. The bustling city that surrounds them only adds to the loneliness they feel.


The song's writer, Paul Simon, imagines the two men in old age, still sitting on that same park bench as they did years ago, quietly enjoying each other's company. He wonders what the future holds for them, and how strange it will be for them to be seventy. The song captures the poignant moments of aging, the fear of death, and the young memories that still cling to us. The two friends share earlier memories, and fear for what the future may hold, silently understanding the struggles that come with old age.


Line by Line Meaning

Old friends, old friends,
Two people who have known each other for a long time share a special bond.


Sat on their parkbench like bookends
The two old friends are sitting on a bench on opposite sides, like the two ends of a book.


A newspaper blown through the grass
A page of the newspaper is being blown away by the wind.


Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends
The newspaper page falls on the shoes of the two old friends.


Old friends, winter companions, the old men
The two old friends are spending time together in their old age.


Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The two old friends are wearing overcoats and waiting for the sun to come out.


The sounds of the city sifting through trees
The city sounds are coming through the trees and reaching the two old men.


Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
The city sounds are settling on the shoulders of the two old friends like dust.


Can you imagine us years from today,
One of the old friends is asking the other to imagine their future.


Sharing a parkbench quietly
The two old friends will still be sharing the same bench, but quietly.


How terribly strange to be seventy
The thought of being 70 years old seems strange to them.


Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
The two old friends have shared memories from the same years.


Silently sharing the same fears
The two old friends have the same fears and are sharing them silently.




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Written by: PAUL SIMON

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Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their park bench 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 sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears



All comments from YouTube:

jerrydi100

I cried as I listened to this song while I drove home for my Father's funeral in 1991. He was 70 and had been fighting cancer for several years. I remember thinking about the line, "How terribly strange to be seventy." The lyrics of this song are so simple and so profound. I've always felt that their music was poetry, and ever since that day this song brings tears to my eyes whenever I hear it. That was 27 years ago, and now here I am, about to turn 72. Wow!

jerrydi100

@Oliver Dylan I am 75 now, and although life has been good, my dear wife of 53 years passed away in Oct '21, and the emotions of dealing with this event are, unfortunately, much more profound for me. But life goes on and I muddle through, with the help of my wonderful family.

Mary Dillon

We all go & everyone we love does as well. The part, we the living play is to make our time worth it for others and ourselves & to never forget those who are gone. Yeah, this song is a masterpiece of mixed emotions & Godbless S & G for that.

Oliver Dylan

How are you now? How has life been for you?
Greetings from Denmark, I’d love to know.

Jeff Murdock

One of my favorite Simon lyrics is this:

He's so unhip that when you say Dylan
He thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas
Whoever he was
The man ain't got no culture.

Paul was a poet first. His early songs were his poems that he put to music.

SocietyKilledTheUnicorn

26yr old here. Having a really hard time reading all of these cycle of life comments. My dad's nearing that age now and it's fucking terrifying.

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cardo

It always amazes me how great artists had such powerful insights into the human condition at such a young age, they were in their early to mid twenties respectively when they wrote Sounds of Silence and this gem.

Soul Vaccination

They both choose their life before they came here..As well as all of us.

JL

No, Paul Simon wrote them all

DJ Kapusta

John Prine had that gift also.

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