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, 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 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.
- van morrison
van.....van.....van.....how could you possibly know when you wrote this song that you were singing my life...............
2 comments:
Dear Just Jody,
I found your blog via The Hermitage and read through some of your entries. So sorry to hear about the loss of your mother....my mother has the big "A" and is pretty much lost but I would consider her a Ya Ya before we all knew what Ya Ya was also. In fact when reading the book and seeing the movie it was pretty close to what my life was like growing up. Just had to say hi.
How neat! What a tribute to an incredible artist in his own right!
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