Old Friends
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


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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 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 park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy





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

Overall Meaning

The song "Old Friends" by Simon & Garfunkel is a tribute to nostalgia and aging. The first verse describes the titular old friends as they sit on a park bench like bookends, showing their years of literal and figurative support for one another. They are content enjoying the simplicity of the moment, as indicated by the newspaper that floats onto their feet. The second verse speaks to the harsh reality of aging, with the old men lost in their overcoats and waiting for sunset, looking for a release from the world's heaviness. The sounds of the city filter through the trees, embodying the bustle of life around them while they sit in quiet contemplation.


The chorus reflects on the fleeting passage of time and the inevitability of aging. Simon & Garfunkel ask us if we can imagine ourselves in the future, perhaps sharing the same bench with our own old friends. The thought is both peaceful and a bit frightening. The last verse discusses the memories and fears that old friends share, despite any difference in experience or background. Through these lyrics, the song captures the beauty and sorrow of life's evolution, highlighting the value of relationships that endure the test of time.


Line by Line Meaning

Old friends, old friends
Two old friends are sitting together


Sat on their park bench like bookends
They are sitting on a park bench next to each other like bookends


A newspaper blown through the grass
Newspapers are blowing through the grass nearby


Falls on the round toes
Newspaper falls on the round toes


Of the high shoes of the old friends
These old friends are wearing high shoes


Old friends, winter companions, the old men
These are old men who have been companions through winters


Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
They are lost in their thoughts while waiting for the sunset, and they have overcoats on


The sounds of the city sifting through trees
The sounds of the city are drifting through the trees nearby


Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
The sounds of the city settle on the shoulders of these old friends like dust


Can you imagine us years from today
The artist is asking if you can imagine them years from now


Sharing a park bench quietly
They are sharing a park bench quietly


How terribly strange to be seventy
It's strange to imagine being seventy years old


Old friends, memory brushes the same years
These old friends have memories from the same years


Silently sharing the same fears
They are silently sharing the same fears




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Paul Simon

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@lojupitermoon

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



@garyedwards3269

The music of my bygone days are old friends now...lifting my spirits and bringing back my youthful optimism.

Al Stewart takes me back to the year of the cat...

David Dundas helps me put my jeans on...

Steve Miller drives my mercury blues so I can fly like an eagle...

Don McLean serves me American Pie...

Paul & Linda McCartney pour some Monkberry Moon Delight for Uncle Albert & Admiral Halsey...

Elton John lights a candle in the wind...

John Denver takes me home via country roads...

The memories never stop until I've shed 96 tears...(?)...and hear the sounds of silence once more.

Thanks Paul and Art...for being old friends.



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@norbertrossi7925

Listened to this many times as a high school senior, class of '70. Today I turn 70. Time to listen again.

@steffigavin9152

Me too Norbert. Hard to believe.

@dorothytozer2889

when this song was released i just got back from vietnam. in an hour i will gobfor 12 hour open heart surgery. my old friend dave from the army has been by my side the whole, as well; as my wife dorothy, my . friend for 42 years. Thank you Paul for making everthing easier for me to understand. chris

@owenshelley8840

:D

@beckybrandon5636

Love and prayers...wish it was me...old and tired of being alone...

@carolynnr.6409

@@beckybrandon5636 God Bless

@davidtownsend1792

@@beckybrandon5636 You are loved,

@stojangajicki8416

Yes, the moments when the friendship shows its real face. May God bless you!

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@mikenoble5049

I first heard this when I was 15. Today I’m 70. Still love the tune.

@nealbradleigh5069

Welcome to the gang. We've saved a bench seat for you!
Will be burying my sister's youngest son this weekend.
First her, our father, then our mother (within three years) and now her youngest son.
This song prepared me for this, DECADES ago. I won't question my Creator's sense of timing. I guess I'll fugure that out when my turn comes around.
Share the simplicity of this song and its truth with the young, while they still might deign to listen to you. Me, I'll just wait here with the others! Peace.

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