I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.

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I remember listening to this song and looking forward to the time when I would be twenty one.

Leaves That Are Green
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 with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Hello, Hello, Hello, Good-bye,
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
That's all there is.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Written by Paul Simon • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. It's been a very long time since I was 21...

I was 22 when I had my oldest daughter...

Now she's 51.

How did I get to be so old?




Thanks for the song! It's lovely...

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3. Oh no, you don't want to encourage me. :)

I blame Mr. Floyd R. Turbo for starting this.

Anyway, speaking of getting older, I like this one, too. It's melancholy, but not too depressing, if that makes sense. Melancholy can be good, sometimes.

Old Friends/ Bookends
Simon & Garfunkel

Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

Written by Paul Simon • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

[Wounded Bear]

2. Sounds of Silence was the first album I ever bought in 3 different technologies along the way...

First vinyl album. First 8 track tape. First cassette tape.

Some of the best rock poetry ever written on that album.

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4. I grew up with that album.

I'm amazed at how talented he was at such a young age.