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