Simon, Garfunkel - Old friend/ bookends lyrics

Old friends old friends
Sat on their park bench 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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear

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