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.