The Sound of Silence Recording is in Ebm, guitar capo 6 using Am | [Am] . . . | . . . . | [G] . . . | . . . . | [Am] . . . | Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, | [Am] . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | [F] . | [C] . . . | Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, | [F] . . . | . . . . | [C] . . . | . . [Am] . | [C] . | [G] . . . | And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. | [Am] . . . | . . . . | [G] . . . | . . . . | [Am] . . . | In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, | [Am] . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | [F] . | [C] . . . | 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp | [F] . . . | . . . . | [C] . . . | . . [Am] . | [C] . | [G] . . . | When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. | [Am] . . . | . . . . | [G] . . . | . . . . | [Am] . . . | And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. | [Am] . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, | [F] . . . | . . . . | [C] . . . | . . [Am] . | [C] . | [G] . . . | People writing songs that voices never share And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence. | [Am] . . . | . . . . | [G] . . . | . . . . | [Am] . . . | Fools said I, you do not know Silence like a cancer grows. | [Am] . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | [F] . | [C] . . . | Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you. | [F] . . . | . . . . | [C] . . . | . . [Am] . | [C] . . . | [G] . . . | But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence | [Am] . . . | . . . . | [G] . . . | . . . . | [Am] . . . | And the people bowed and prayed To the neon [G]od they made. | [Am] . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | [F] . [C] . | . . . . | And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. | [F] . . . | . . . . | [C] . . . | . . [Am] . | [C] . . . | [G] . . . | And the sign said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whispered in the sounds of silence.