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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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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