On Hyndford Street - Van Morrison
    Take me back, take me way, way, way back

    On Hyndford Street
    Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven
    On long summer nights
    As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
    And the voices whispered across Beechie River
    In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence
    And carried on dreaming, in God
    And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line
    On sunny summer afternoons
    Picking apples from the side of the tracks
    That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue
    Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
    And meeting down by the pylons
    Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp
    Going out to Holywood on the bus
    And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside
    Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream
    In the days before rock `n' roll
    Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade
    Orangefield, St. Donard's Church
    Sunday six bells, and in between the silence there was conversation
    And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck
    And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night
    And jazz and blues records during the day
    Also Debussy on the third programme
    Early mornings when contemplation was best
    Going up the Castlereagh hills
    And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back
    To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside
    With a sense of everlasting life
    And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
    And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
    And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
    Over and over again
    And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River
    And it's always being now, and it's always being now
    It's always now
    Can you feel the silence?
    On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence
    At half past eleven on long summer nights
    As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
    And the voices whispered across Beechie River
    And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence
    And carried on dreaming in God.
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