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.