The Exies: On Hyndford street

Take me back, take me way, way, way backOn Hyndford StreetWhere you could feel the silence at half past elevenOn long summer nightsAs the wireless played Radio LuxembourgAnd the voices whispered across Beechie RiverIn the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silenceAnd carried on dreaming, in GodAnd walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway lineOn sunny summer afternoonsPicking apples from the side of the tracksThat spilled over from the gardens of the houses on CyprusAvenueWatching the moth catcher working the floodlights in theeveningsAnd meeting down by the pylonsPlaying round Mrs. Kelly's lampGoing out to Holywood on the busAnd walking from the end of the lines to the seasideStopping at Fusco's for ice creamIn the days before rock `n' rollHyndford Street, Abetta ParadeOrangefield, St. Donard's ChurchSunday six bells, and in between the silence there wasconversationAnd laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back ofthe neckAnd tuning in to Luxembourg late at nightAnd jazz and blues records during the dayAlso Debussy on the third programmeEarly mornings when contemplation was bestGoing up the Castlereagh hillsAnd the cregagh glens in summer and coming backTo Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up insideWith a sense of everlasting lifeAnd reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill BroonzyAnd "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" MezzrowAnd "Dharma Bums" by Jack KerouacOver and over againAnd voices echoing late at night over Beechie RiverAnd it's always being now, and it's always being nowIt's always nowCan you feel the silence?On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silenceAt half past eleven on long summer nightsAs the wireless played Radio LuxembourgAnd the voices whispered across Beechie RiverAnd in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silenceAnd carried on dreaming in God.