Benedictus - Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967

The Sound 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 wos sleeping,
 And the vision that was planted in my brain
 Still remains
 Within the sound of silence.
 In resrless 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.
 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 deared
 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.'
 But my words like silent raindrops fell,
 And echoed
 In the wells 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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.