Kathy's Song
For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her
Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.
Song For The Asking
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Scarborough Fair / Canticle
I Am A Rock



Kathy's Song (2:04) 

P. Simon, 1965 

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 streets 
To England where my heart lies 

My mind's distracted and diffused 
My thoughts are many miles away 
They lie with you when you're alseep 
And kiss you when you start your day 

And a song I was writing is left undone 
I don't know why I spend my time 
Writing songs I can't believe 
With words that tear and strain to rhyme 

And so you see I have come to doubt 
All that I once held as true 
I stand alone without beliefs 
The only truth I know is you 

And as I watch the drops of rain 
Weave their weary paths and die 
I know that I am like the rain 
There but for the grace of you go I
nahoru


For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her (2:04) 

P. Simon, 1966 
Featured on Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme 

What a dream I had 
Pressed in organdy 
Clothed in crinoline 
Of smoky burgundy 
Softer than the rain 

I wandered empty streets 
Down past the shop displays 
I heard cathedral bells 
Tripping down the alleyways 
As I walked on 

And when you ran to me 
Your cheeks flushed with the night 
We walked on frosted fields 
Of juniper and lamplight 
I held your hand 

And when I woke 
And felt you warm and near 
I kissed your honey hair 
With my grateful tears 
Oh I love you girl 
Oh I love you
nahoru

 
Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m. (2:17)  

P. Simon, 1964 

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 soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy 
And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall 
For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving 
And tonight will be all I have left to recall 

Oh, what have I done; why have I done it 
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law 
For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver 
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store 

My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion 
A scene badly written in which I must play 
Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me 
The morning is just a few hours away 
nahoru

 
Song For The Asking (1:48)  

P. Simon, 1969 
 
Here is my song for the asking 
Ask me and I will play 
So sweetly, I'll make you smile 

This is my tune for the taking 
Take it, don't turn away 
I've been waiting all my life 

Thinking it over, I've been sad 
Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad 
To change my ways for the asking 

Ask me and I will play 
All the love that I hold inside
nahoru

 
Bridge Over Troubled Water (4:55)  

P. Simon, 1969 

When you're weary, feeling small 
When tears are in your eyes, 
I will dry them all 
I'm on your side 
When times get rough 
And friends just can't be found 

Like a bridge over troubled water 
I will lay me down 
Like a bridge over troubled water 
I will lay me down 

When you're down and out 
When you're on the street 
When evening falls so hard 
I will comfort you 
I'll take your part 
When darkness comes 
And pain is all around 

Like a bridge over troubled water 
I will lay me down 
Like a bridge over troubled water 
I will lay me down 

Sail on silver girl 
Sail on by 
Your time has come to shine 
All your dreams are on their way 
See how they shine 
When you need a friend 
I'm sailing right behind 

Like a bridge over troubled water 
I will ease your mind 
Like a bridge over troubled water 
I will ease your mind 
nahoru

 
Scarborough Fair / Canticle (3:11)  

Read the song on which this is based! 
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966 

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
Remember me to one who lives there 
She once was a true love of mine 

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt 
   (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
   (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) 
Without no seams nor needlework 
   (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) 
Then she'll be a true love of mine 
   (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) 

Tell her to find me an acre of land 
   (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves) 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
   (Washes the ground with so many tears) 
Between the salt water and the sea strand 
   (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) 
Then she'll be a true love of mine 

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather 
   (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
   (Generals order their soldiers to kill) 
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather 
   (And to fight for a cause they' ve long ago forgotten) 
Then she'll be a true love of mine 

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 
Remember me to one who lives there 
She once was a true love of mine 
nahoru

 
I Am A Rock

Paul Simon


A winter's day -
in a deep and dark December
I am alone -
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.

I am a rock, I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
friendship causes pain
It's laughter and loving I disdain

I am a rock, I am an island

Don't talk of love
but I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber of the feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried

I am a rock, I am an island

I have my books
and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armour
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
I touch no one and no one touches me.

I am a rock, I am an island

And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries
nahoru