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    Bridge Over Troubled Water
    
      
    
      
    When you're weary
    
      
    Feeling small
    
      
    When tears are in your eyes
    
      
    I will dry them all
    
      
    
      
    I'm on your side
    
      
    When times get rough
    
      
    And friends just can't be found
    
      
    Like a bridge over troubled water
    
      
    I will lay me down
    
      
    Like a bridge over troubled water
    
      
    I will lay me down
    
      
    
      
    When you're down and out
    
      
    When you're on the street
    
      
    When evening falls so hard
    
      
    I will comfort you
    
      
    
      
    I'll take your part
    
      
    When darkness comes
    
      
    And pain is all around
    
      
    Like a bridge over troubled water
    
      
    I will lay me down
    
      
    Like a bridge over troubled water
    
      
    I will lay me down
    
      
    
      
    Sail on Silver Girl,
    
      
    Sail on by
    
      
    Your time has come to shine
    
      
    All your dreams are on their way
    
      
    
      
    See how they shine
    
      
    If you need a friend
    
      
    I'm sailing right behind
    
      
    Like a bridge over troubled water
    
      
    I will ease your mind
    
      
    Like a bridge over troubled water
    
      
    I will ease your mind
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Kathy's Song
    
      
    
      
    I hear the drizzle of the rain
    
      
    Like a memory it falls
    
      
    Soft and warm, continuing,
    
      
    Tapping on my roof and walls
    
      
    
      
    And from the shelter of my mind
    
      
    Through the window of my eyes
    
      
    I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
    
      
    To England where my heart lies
    
      
    
      
    My mind's distracted and diffused
    
      
    My thoughts are many miles away
    
      
    They lie with you when you're asleep
    
      
    And kiss you when you start your day
    
      
    
      
    And a song I was writing is left undone
    
      
    I don't know why I spend my time
    
      
    Writing songs I can't believe
    
      
    With words that tear and strain to rhyme
    
      
    
      
    And so you see I have come to doubt
    
      
    All that I once held as true
    
      
    I stand alone without beliefs
    
      
    The only truth I know is you
    
      
    
      
    And as I watch the drops of rain
    
      
    Weave their weary paths and die
    
      
    I know that I am like the rain
    
      
    There but for the grace of you go I.
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Homeward Bound
    
      
    
      
    I'm sittin' in the railway station.
    
      
    Got a ticket for my destination.
    
      
    On a tour of one-night stands,
    
      
    my suitcase and guitar in hand.
    
      
    And ev'ry stop is neatly planned
    
      
    for a poet and a one-man band.
    
      
    
      
    Homeward bound,
    
      
    I wish I was
    
      
    Homeward bound.
    
      
    Home where my thought's escaping,
    
      
    Home where my music's playing,
    
      
    Home where my love lies waiting
    
      
    Silently for me.
    
      
    
      
    Ev'ry day's an endless stream
    
      
    Of cigarettes and magazines.
    
      
    And each town looks the same to me,
    
      
    the movies and the factories
    
      
    And ev'ry stranger's face I see 
    
      
    reminds me that I long to be
    
      
    
      
    Homeward bound,
    
      
    …..
    
      
    
      
    Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
    
      
    I'll play the game and pretend.
    
      
    But all my words come back to me 
    
      
    in shades of mediocrity.
    
      
    Like emptiness in harmony 
    
      
    I need someone to comfort me.
    
      
    Homeward bound,
    
      
    I wish I was
    
      
    
      
    Homeward bound.
    
      
    …..
    
      
    
      
    
      
    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 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
    
      
    People writing songs that voices never share
    
      
    No one dare
    
      
    Disturb the sound of silence
    
      
    
      
    “Fools” said I, “You do not know
    
      
    Silence like a cancer grow
    
      
    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 subway walls
    
      
    And tenement halls
    
      
    And whispered in the sounds of silence
    
      
    
      
    
      
    I am a rock
    
      
    
      
    A winter’s day
  
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
    I am an island
    
      
    
      
    I’ve built walls
  
A fortress, steep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock
    I am an island
    
      
    
      
    Don’t talk of love
  
Well, I’ve heard the words before
It’s sleeping in my memory
And I won’t disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved, I never would have cried
I am a rock
    I am an island
    
      
    
      
    I have my books
  
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
    I am an island
    
      
    
      
    And a rock feels no pain
  
    And an island never cries 
    
      
    
      
    
      
    El Condor Pasa
    
      
    
      
    I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
    
      
    Yes I would
    
      
    If I could, I surely would
    
      
    
      
    I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
    
      
    Yes I would
    
      
    If I only 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 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
    
      
    
      
    
      
    The Boxer
    
      
    
      
    I am just a poor boy.
    
      
    Though my story's seldom told,
    
      
    I have squandered my resistance
    
      
    For a pocketful of mumbles,
    
      
    Such are promises
    
      
    All lies and jest
    
      
    Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
    
      
    And disregards the rest.
    
      
    
      
    When I left my home
    
      
    And my family,
    
      
    I was no more than a boy
    
      
    In the company of strangers
    
      
    In the quiet of the railway station,
    
      
    Running scared,
  
    Laying low,
    
      
    Seeking out the poorer quarters
    
      
    Where the ragged people go,
    
      
    Looking for the places
  
    Only they would know.
    
      
    
      
    Lie-la-lie...
  
    Asking only workman's wages
    
      
    I come looking for a job,
    
      
    But I get no offers,
    
      
    Just a come-on from the whores
    
      
    On Seventh Avenue
    
      
    I do declare,
    
      
    There were times when I was so
    
      
    lonesome
    
      
    
      
    I took some comfort there.
    
      
    
      
    Lie-la-lie...
    
      
    
      
    Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
    
      
    And wishing I was gone,
    
      
    Going home
    
      
    Where the New York City winters
    
      
    Aren't bleeding me,
    
      
    Leading me,
    
      
    Going home.
    
      
    
      
    In the clearing stands a boxer,
    
      
    And a fighter by his trade
    
      
    And he carries the reminders
    
      
    Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
    
      
    And cut him till he cried out
    
      
    In his anger and his shame,
    
      
    "I am leaving, I am leaving."
    
      
    But the fighter still remains
    
      
    
      
    Lie-la-lie... 
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Mother And Child Reunion 
    
      
    
      
    No I would not give you false hope
    
      
    On this strange and mournful day
    
      
    But the mother and child reunion
    
      
    Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.
    
      
    
      
    I can't for the life of me
    
      
    Remember a sadder day
    
      
    I know they say let it be
    
      
    But it just don't work out that way
    
      
    And the course of a lifetime runs
    
      
    Over and over again
    
      
    
      
    No I would not give you false hope
    
      
    On this strange and mournful day
    
      
    But the mother and child reunion
    
      
    Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.
    
      
    
      
    I just can’t believe it's so
    
      
    Though it seems strange to say
    
      
    I never been laid so low
    
      
    In such a mysterious way
    
      
    And the course of a lifetime runs
    
      
    Over and over again
    
      
    
      
    But I would not give you false hope
    
      
    On this strange and mournful day
    
      
    When the mother and child reunion
    
      
    Is only a motion away
    
      
    
      
    Oh the mother and child reunion
    
      
    Is only a motion away
    
      
    Oh the mother and child reunion
    
      
    Is only a moment away
  
    
      
    
      
    Mrs. Robinson
  
    
      
    And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
  
Jesus loves you more than you will know
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
hey hey hey
    
      
    We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
  
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
    
      
    And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
  
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    Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
  
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
    
      
    Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson
  
    …..
    
      
    
      
    Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
  
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at it you lose
    
      
    Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
  
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you,
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
'Joltin Joe' has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey