Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp__
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night 
and touched the sound
of silence.

Fools, said I, you do not know,
silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed in the wells of silence.

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
within the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
people hearing without listening__
People writing songs
that voices never share
and no one dare
disturb the sound of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said,
 “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls__and tenement halls, 
and whispered___ in the sounds of silence.