Van Morrison - On Hyndford Street lyrics
[Van Morrison - On Hyndford Street lyrics]
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 work 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
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 work 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