Текст песни Van Morrison -  Philosopher`s Stone   
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Philosophers Stone 
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