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 cobblestones,
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp,
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...

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,

And the sign flashed its warning
in the words that it was forming.
"the words of the prophets
were written on the subway walls
and tenement halls and whispered in the sounds of silence".
people writing songs that voices never shared,
And no one dared
disturb 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."