The London Concert track 9:
Old Friends/Unchained Melody

Old friends, old friends.
Sat on their park bench like bookends.
Newspaper blowing through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends, old friends.
Winter companions, the old men.
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city sifting through the trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy.
Old friends, old friends.
Memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears.

Time it was and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences.
Long ago, it must be; I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories,
They're all that's left you.
Old friends, old friends.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time.
Time goes by so slowly,
And time can do so much--
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
G-d speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea,
To the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh,
Wait for me, wait for me.
I'll be coming home,
Wait for me.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time.
Time goes by so slowly,
And time can do so much--
Are you still mine?

I need your love.
I need your love.
G-d speed your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea,
To the open arms of the sea.
All alone I gaze
At the stars, at the stars
Dreaming of my love far away.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time.
Time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much--
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
G-d speed your love to me.

Old friends:
Words and music by: Paul Simon
Paul Simon Music
Unchained Melody
Words by: Hy Zaret
Music by: Alex North
Frank Music