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OLD FRIENDS by PAUL SIMON (Sung by Simon & Garfunkel)
"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 Settle 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 years. 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 the photograph Preserve your memories their all that's left you."
I just kept listening to this wonderful song And my memory lingers from childhood to priesthood Bereft of any sentimentality But of reality That sooner or later We will look for our own park benches And sit in our Roman collars Maybe too old to remember Our ordination days
someday, I will make a music video of this song Our friendship, our dreams, our fears... Old friends...! |
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