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 street of a street lamp,

I turned my color to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by

that 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 dare

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 arm that I might reach you."

But my words like silent raindrop fell,

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

to the neon god they made

And the sign that flashed its warning

Take my arm that I might reach you."

In the words it was forming

And the sign said ,"The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls

And tenement walls