Van Morrison - Philosopher's Stone lyrics
[Van Morrison - Philosopher's Stone lyrics]
Out on the highways and the byways 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 philosopher's stone
And it's a hard road
It's 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 philosopher's stone
Can you hear that engine?
Oh can you hear that engine drone?
Well I'm on the road again
And I'm searching for
Searching for the philosopher's 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 philosopher's 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 philosopher's stone
It's a hard road even my
Best friends they don't know
And I'm searching for
Searching for the philosopher's stone
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 philosopher's stone
And it's a hard road
It's 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 philosopher's stone
Can you hear that engine?
Oh can you hear that engine drone?
Well I'm on the road again
And I'm searching for
Searching for the philosopher's 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 philosopher's 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 philosopher's stone
It's a hard road even my
Best friends they don't know
And I'm searching for
Searching for the philosopher's stone