Текст песни: Van Morrison. Back On Top. 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