| [ El Condor Pasa ] |
| I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail, |
| Yes, I would, |
| If I could, |
| I surely would ... |
| * |
| Away, I'd rather sail away, |
| Like a swan that's here and gone . . . |
| A man gets tied up to the ground, |
| He gives the world its saddest sound, |
| Its saddest sound ... * |
| I'd rather be a hammer than a nail, |
| Yes, I would, |
| If I only could, |
| I surely would ...hmm |
| * |
| I'd rather be a forest than a street, |
| Yes, I would, |
| If I could, |
| I surely would ... |
| * |
| I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet, |
| Yes, I would, |
| If I only could, |
| I surely would ... |
| [ Scarborough Fair ] |
| * |
| Are you going to Scarborough Fair |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
| Remember me to one who lives there |
| She once was a true love of mine * |
| Tell her to make me a cambric shirt |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
| Without no seams nor needlework |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine |
| Tell her to find me an acre of land |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
| Between salt water and the sea strands |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine |
| Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme |
| And gather it all in a bunch of heather |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine |
| * |
| [ 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 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 sign said, |
| The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls |
| And tenement halls |
| And whispered in the sound of silence |