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