Karaoké Sound of Silence Henk Poort

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 signs said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls

And whisperd in the sounds of silence