The
Sound of Silence (3:06) 
P. Simon, 1964
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 turn 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 shared
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"
He
Was My Brother (2:49)
P. Kane (P. Simon), 1963
He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he
died
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin'
place
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could
be free
He died so his brothers could be
free
Peggy-O
(2:25)
(Traditional)
As we marched down to Faneri-o
As we marched down to Faneri-o
Our captain fell in love with a lady
like a dove
And they called her name pretty Peggy-o
Come a-runnin' down the stairs, pretty
Peggy-o
Come a-runnin' down the stairs, pretty
Peggy-o
Come a-runnin' down the stairs, combin'
back your yellow hair
You're the prettiest little girl
I've ever seen-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty
Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, pretty
Peggy-o
In a carriage you will ride, with
your true love by your side
As fair as any maiden in the ar-e-o
What will your mother say, pretty
Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, pretty
Peggy-o?
What will your mother say, when she
finds you've gone away
To places far and strange to Faneri-o?
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, all your cities
I will burn
Destroying all the ladies in the
ar-e-o
Destroying all the ladies in the
ar-e-o
Go
Tell It On The Mountain (2:06)
(Traditional)
Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Jesus Christ is born
Down in a lonely manger
The humble Christ was born
And God sent salvation
That blessed Christmas morn
Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Jesus Christ is born
While shepherds kept their watch
O'er silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shown a holy light
Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Jesus Christ is born
Down in a lonely manger
The humble Christ was born
And God sent salvation
That blessed Christmas morn
Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Jesus Christ is born
The
Sun Is Burning (2:49)
I. Campbell, 1964
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting
by
In the park the lazy bees
Are droning in the flowers, among
the trees
And the sun burns in the sky
Now the sun is in the west
Little kids go home to take their
rest
And the couples in the park
Are holdin' hands and waitin' for
the dark
And the sun is in the west
Now the sun is sinking low
Children playin' know it's time to
go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then
draws near
And the sun is sinking low
Now the sun has come to Earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear
of ash
And the sun has come to Earth
Now the sun has disappeared
All is darkness, anger, pain, and
fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
Go groping on their knees and cry
in pain
And the sun has disappeared
The
Times They Are A-Changin' (2:53)
B. Dylan, 1963
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's
namin'
'Cause the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorways
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he that has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers
All over the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
And the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
The first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'
For the times they are a-changin'
Wednesday
Morning, 3 a.m. (2:17)
P. Simon, 1964
I can hear the soft breathing of the
girl that I love
As she lies here beside me asleep
with the night
And her hair in a fine mist floats
on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the winter
moonlight
She is soft, she is warm, but my heart
remains heavy
And I watch as her breasts gently
rise, gently fall
For I know with the first light of
dawn I'll be leaving
And tonight will be all I have left
to recall
Oh, what have I done; why have I done
it
I've committed a crime, I've broken
the law
For twenty-five dollars and pieces
of silver
I held up and robbed a hard liquor
store
My life seems unreal, my crime an
illusion
A scene badly written in which I
must play
Yet I know as I gaze at my young
love beside me
The morning is just a few hours away
Bleeker
Street (Demo) (2:42)
P. Simon, 1964
Fog's rollin' in off the East River
bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleeker Street
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleeker Street
I heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleeker Street
Bleeker Street
He
Was My Brother (Alternate Take 1) (2:48)
P. Kane (P. Simon), 1963
He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he
died
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin'
place
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could
be free
He died so his brothers could be
free
The
Sun Is Burning (Alternate Take 12) (2:47)
I. Campbell, 1964
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting
by
In the park the lazy bees
Are droning in the flowers, among
the trees
And the sun burns in the sky
Now the sun is in the west
Little kids go home to take their
rest
And the couples in the park
Are holdin' hands and waitin' for
the dark
And the sun is in the west
Now the sun is sinking low
Children playin' know it's time to
go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then
draws near
And the sun is sinking low
Now the sun has come to Earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear
of ash
And the sun has come to Earth
Now the sun has disappeared
All is darkness, anger, pain, and
fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
Go groping on their knees and cry
in pain
And the sun has disappeared
