Simon and Garfunkel Lyrics Hourly

Fly down to Mexico

Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow

Because he hated what was wrong

The game is over, over, over

That I have no intention to heal

My daddy got a big promotion

It’s a little secret, just the Robinsons’ affair

I need someone to comfort me

I saw a shadow touch a shadow’s hand

What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o

Over the hills and everywhere

You must be out of your mind

And the sign said The words of the prophets

When you’re on the street

My loving baby

Waiting for the sunset

Bruce was fourty-two years old

They say that Richard Cory owns one-half of this whole town

And the sign said The words of the prophets

Is worth saving

My mind’s distracted and diffused

Hello emptiness

It was

Come writers and critics who prophesise with your pen

With the rainfall

Bus you can take the crosstown bus

And the first one now will later be last

Oh, what have I done

Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows

I heard a church bell softly chime