Old Friends / Bookends Theme
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 parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' 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 sunset
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.

Time it was and what a time it was it was...
A time of innocence a time of confidences
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph preserve your memories
There all that's left of you.



Roger Harned

I miss my old friends. Life has moved us so far in.. can it be almost 50 years?

"Bookends"

Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you.



alan murr

Old friends, old friends
Ā Sat on their park bench like bookends
Ā A newspaper blown through the grass
Ā Falls on the round toes
Ā Of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Ā Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
Ā The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Ā Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today?
Ā Sharing a park bench quietly
Ā How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Ā Silently sharing the same fears
Time it was and what a time it was, it was
Ā A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Ā Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Ā Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you



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Pat Toivsen

My friend of 42 years is turning 70 this week. I will turn 70 later this year. We were in our 20's when we met. Raised our kids, divorced husbands, remarried, battled cancer, and spent many times laughing till tears came. Yes, it is so terribly strange to be 70

GoldenSunlight

I'm happy to hear you had your friend to share your life with throughout the years, that's a blessing. Having Simon and Garfunkel in this world also made the Earth a better place. Bless you Patt and your friend.

David Strong

Ah. But listening to this song in the seventies... adds a wonderful pathos... We made it!! 70. Not a bad age to be.

Sara Scovil

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graham quick

God Bless you Pat

Marielle Reilly

God bless you šŸ™

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tackless

This is one of the most profound albums ever written. It touched my soul when I heard it the moment it was released. Now that I am on the cusp of being 70 the words ring so true. I have lost my wife and Son both to cancer in the last 2 years and if it was it for my music I don't know how I would hold on.

John Fearneyhough

Music is a gift from God. A tool to navigate this life for us all. Thank you for sharing your life.

GoldenSunlight

Prayers for you and your family.

David Strong

Lotsalove to you. Was there with you in 1968... and now. What an era we grew up in eh?

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