Simon & Garfunkel

^Fmaj7 Old ^Cmaj7 Friends. ^Famj7 Old ^Cmaj7 Friends. ^Dm7 Sat on their ^G7 park bench like ^C bookends ^Am .
A ^Dm7 newspaper blown through the ^G grass falls on the ^Am round toes of the
^Cmaj high shoes of the ^F Old ^C6 Friends.
^Fmaj7 Old ^Cmaj7 Friends. ^Dm7 Winter comp ^G7 anions the ^Fmaj7 old ^Em7 men. ^Dm7 Lost in their
^G7 overcoats ^C waiting for the ^Am sunset. The ^Dm7 sounds of the ^G7 city, ^Em7 sifting
through ^Am trees, settle like ^G dust on the ^F shoulder of the ^C6 Old Friends.
^Dm7 Can you im ^G7 agine us ^Cmaj7 years from today, ^F sharing a ^Fm park bench ^C quietly?
How ^Dm7 terribly strange to be ^Am seventy.
^Fmaj7 Old ^Cmaj7 Friends. ^Dm7 Memory ^G7 brushes the ^Fmaj7 same ^Em7 years. ^Dm7 Silently ^G7 sharing the
^C6 same ^Am fears.