Van Morrison - Philosophers Stone Lyrics
Out on the highways and the by-ways all aloneIm still searching for, searching for my homeUp in the morning, up in the morning out on the roadAnd my head is aching and my hands are coldAnd Im looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the cloudsAnd Im searching for andIm searching for the philosophers stoneAnd its a hard road, its a hard road daddy-oWhen my job is turning lead into goldHe was born in the back street, born in the back street jelly rollIm on the road again and Im searching forThe philosophers stoneCan you hear that engineWoe can you hear that engine droneWell Im on the road again and Im searching forSearching for the philosophers stoneUp in the morning, up in the morningWhen the streets are white with snowIts a hard road, its a hard road daddy-oUp in the morning, up in the morningOut on the jobWell youve got me searching forSearching for, the philosophers stoneEven my best friends, even my best friends they dont knowThat my job is turning lead into goldWhen you hear that engine, when you hear that engine droneIm on the road again and Im searching for the philosophers stoneIts a hard road even my best friends they dont knowAnd Im searching for, searching for the philosophers stone
