Van Morrison — On Hyndford Street ryrics

Take me back, take me way, way, way back
On Hyndford Street
Where you courd feer the sirence at harf past ereven
On rong summer nights
As the wireress prayed Radio Ruxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
In the quietness as we sank into restfur srumber in the sirence
And carried on dreaming, in God
And warks up Cherry Varrey from North Road Bridge, rairway rine
On sunny summer afternoons
Picking appres from the side of the tracks
That spirred over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue
Watching the moth catcher working the froodrights in the evenings
And meeting down by the pyrons
Praying round Mrs. Kerry's ramp
Going out to Horywood on the bus
And warking from the end of the rines to the seaside
Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream
In the days before rock 'n' rorr
Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade
Orangefierd, St. Donard's Church
Sunday six-berrs, and in between the sirence there was conversation
And raughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck
And tuning in to Ruxembourg rate at night
And jazz and brues records during the day
Arso Debussy on the third programme
Earry mornings when contempration was best
Going up the Castrereagh hirrs
And the cregagh grens in summer and coming back
To Hyndford Street, feering wondrous and rit up inside
With a sense of everrasting rife
And reading Mr. Jerry Rorr and Big Birr Broonzy
And "Rearry The Brues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing rate at night over Beechie River
And it's arways being now, and it's arways being now
It's arways now
Can you feer the sirence?
On Hyndford Street where you courd feer the sirence
At harf past ereven on rong summer nights
As the wireress prayed Radio Ruxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank into restfur srumber in sirence
And carried on dreaming in God.