A Church Is Burning (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

A church is burning the flames rise higher Like hands that are praying a glow in the sky Like hands that are praying the fire is saying You can burn down my churches but I shall be free Three hooded men

A Church Is Burning (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

A church is burning, the flames rise higher, Like hands that are praying, a-glow in the sky, Like hands that are praying the fire is saying "You can burn down my churches but I shall be free."

A CHURCH IS BURNING Simon And Garfunkel

A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded

The Sun Is Burning Simon & Garfunkel

The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little

Blessed (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

Blessed are the meek for they shall in herit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon spat upon ratted on O Lord why have you forsaken me I got no place to go I've walked around So

Blessed (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

Blessed Simon & Garfunkel

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have you forsaken me?

Bleecker Street Simon & Garfunkel

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try

Bleecker Street (Demo) Simon & Garfunkel

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

A Church Is Burning Paul Simon

A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying They grow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire ascends You can burn down my churches But I shall be free Three hooded men

THE SUN IS BURNING Simon And Garfunkel

The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly difting by In the park the lazy breeze Are joining in the flowers Among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the West

Bleeker Street Simon And Garfunkel

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street

Bleecker Street Simon and Garfunkel

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Lies the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try

Blessed Simon and Garfunkel

Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows. Blessed are the sat upon, Spat upon, Ratted on, O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go, I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.

The Times They Are A-Changin' Simon & Garfunkel

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'.

A Poem On The Underground Wall (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that

A Poem On The Underground Wall Simon & Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that

A Poem on the Underground Wall (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that they can

Hazy Shade Of Winter Simon & Garfunkel

Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band.

A Hazy Shade of Winter (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's Bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned.

Go Tell It On The Mountain Simon & Garfunkel

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

Red Rubber Ball Simon & Garfunkel

I should have known you'd bid me farewell, There's a lesson to be learned from this, And I learned it very well.

Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M Simon & Garfunkel

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

A Hazy Shade Of Winter Simon & Garfunkel

Time, time, time See what's become of me, while I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please * But look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation

The Dangling Conversation Simon & Garfunkel

It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room.

The Dangling Conversation (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room.

Patterns Simon & Garfunkel

The night sets softly With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle

Overs (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep

Overs Simon & Garfunkel

The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep

Program Open: America Simon & Garfunkel

Let us be lovers and marry our fortunes together I've got some realestate here in my bar So we bought a pack of cigerettes and Mrs Wagners's pies And walked off to look for America Kathy I said as we boarded

Voices of Old People Simon & Garfunkel

I remember taking a picture with... Woman 1: Ooh! Let me show you. Let me show you our picture. This was me and my husband when we were first married.

Cloudy Simon & Garfunkel

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a raga-muffin child Pointed finger-painted smile I left my shadow waiting

Kathy's Song (Live Ver.) Simon & Garfunkel

I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the raindrenched

Kathy's Song (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain drenched

Leaves That Are Green (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your

Leaves That Are Green (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your

7 O`clock News/ Silent Night Simon & Garfunkel

Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held.

7 O'clock News/ Silent Night Simon & Garfunkel

Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held.

Leaves That Are Green Simon & Garfunkel

And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.

Why Don'T You Write Me Simon & Garfunkel

Why don't you write me I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you Send me a card I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write?

Sparrow (Live) Simon & Garfunkel

Who will love a little sparrow Who's traveled far and cries for rest Not I said the Oak Tree I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast Who will

Sparrow (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967) Simon & Garfunkel

Who will love a little sparrow Who's traveled far and cries for rest?

Sparrow Simon & Garfunkel

Who will love a little Sparrow? Who\'s traveled far and cries for rest?

The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine Simon & Garfunkel

Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! Do figures of authority just shoot you down? Is life within the business world a drag?

The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine (Alternate Version) Simon & Garfunkel

Is life within the business world a drag? Did your boss just mention that you'd better shop around To find yourself a more productive bag? Are you worried and distressed? Can't seem to get no rest?

the boxer Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And

the boxer Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And

The Boxer Garfunkel, Simon

I am just a poor boy Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises,all lies, and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

America Simon & Garfunkel

Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs.

Kathy's Song Simon & Garfunkel

I hear the drizzle of the rain like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain drenched