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Van Morrison - The Philosopher’s Stone - There There Child
The Philosopher’s Stone
Disc 1
01. Really Don’t Know
02. Ordinary People
03. Wonderful Remark
04. Not Supposed to Break Down
05. Laughing in the Wind
06. Madame Joy
07. Contemplation Rose
08. Don’t Worry About Tomorrow
09. Try for Sleep
10. Lover’s Prayer
11. Drumshanbo Hustle
12. Twilight Zone
13. Foggy Mountain Top
14. Naked in the Jungle
15. There There Child
Disc 2
01. The Street Only Knew Your Name
02. John Henry
03. Western Plain
04. Joyous Sound
05. I Have Finally Come to Realise
06. Flamingoes Fly
07. Stepping Out Queen, Part 2
08. Bright Side of the Road
09. Street Theory
10. Real Real Gone
11. Showbusiness
12. For Mr. Thomas
13. Crazy Jane on God
14. Song of Being a Child
15. High Spirits
There there child, there there child
And don't it make you feel alright
There there child, don't it all look good tonight?
And you feel like going but you gotta stay
Ain't no time for to hop on a freight train
And you feel like laying in the morning hay
'Cause it's time for a nap now before rain

There there child, don't it make you satisfied?
There there child, you can rest your weary eyes
And you feel like walking on a mountain top
Or a ride on a boat up the river
And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover

There there child, there's a glint in your eye for surprise
There there child, are you ready to don your disguise? Yes you are
Sun goes down across the pond and the wind, wind is blowing wild
And the swallow soars and the lion roars
Outside your front door by the oak tree in the meadow

There there child, there there child
Are you ready to don your disguise?
There there child, there's a glint in your eye for surprise
Do you feel like walking on a mountain top
Or ride on a boat up the river?
And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover

As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover, straight ahead
As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover, straight ahead
You wing over the white cliffs of Dover