Van Morrison, Philosopher's Stone, five times, Lead into Gold

Van Morrison, Philosopher's Stone, five times, Lead to Gold, 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, the 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-old,
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, woe, 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-old!
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.