Philosophers Stone — текст песни (Van Morrison)

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I`m still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
And my head is aching and my hands are cold
And I`m looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
And I`m searching for and
I`m searching for the philosophers stone

And it`s a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o
When my job is turning lead into gold
He was born in the back street, born in the back street Jelly Roll
I`m on the road again and I`m searching for
The philosophers stone
Can you hear that engine
Woe can you hear that engine drone
Well I`m on the road again and I`m searching for
Searching for the philosophers stone

Up in the morning, up in the morning
When the streets are white with snow
It`s a hard road, it`s a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well you`ve got me searching for
Searching for, the philosophers stone
Even my best friends, even my best friends they don`t know
That my job is turning lead into gold
When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone
I`m on the road again and I`m searching for the philosophers stone

It`s a hard road even my best friends they don`t know
And I`m searching for, searching for the philosophers stone