Текст песни VAN MORRISON - Philosophers Stone
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Текст песни VAN MORRISON - Philosophers Stone
Out on the highways and the by-ways all aloneI'm 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 I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the cloudsAnd I'm searching for andI'm searching for the philosophers stone ( )And it's 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 RollI'm on the road again and I'm searching forThe philosophers stoneCan you hear that engineWoe can you hear that engine droneWell I'm on the road again and I'm searching forSearching for the philosophers stone Up in the morning, up in the morningWhen the streets are white with snowIt's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-oUp in the morning, up in the morningOut on the jobWell you've got me searching forSearching for, the philosophers stoneEven my best friends, even my best friends they don't knowThat my job is turning lead into goldWhen you hear that engine, when you hear that engine droneI'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 knowAnd I'm searching for, searching for the philosophers stone