| Men come, men go, all things remain in God. |
Van Morrison, |
Crazy Jane On God |
| Become enraptured by the sights and sounds in intrigue of nature and beauty, come along with me and take it all in. Come here my love. |
Van Morrison, |
Come Here My Love |
| I had my eyes closed in the dark, I sighed a million sighs, I told a million lies, to myself, to myself. |
Van Morrison, |
Wonderful Remark |
| I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity. |
Van Morrison, |
You Make Me Feel So Free |
| I'm a dweller of the threshold and I'm waiting at the door, and I'm standing in the darkness, I don't want to wait no more. |
Van Morrison, |
Dweller Of The Threshold |
| Let me purify my thoughts and words and deeds that I may be a vehicle for thee. |
Van Morrison, |
Give Me My Rapture |
| Love of the simple is all that I need, I've no time for schism or lovers of greed. |
Van Morrison, |
I'm Tired Joey Boy |
| Spiritual hunger and spiritual thirsts, but you've got to change it on the inside first. |
Van Morrison, |
Satisfied |
| Did you ever hear about the rock and roll singer who got 3 or 4 Cadillacs, saying power to the people, dance to the music, wants you to pat him on the back. |
Van Morrison, |
The Great Deception |
| Going down the old mine with a transistor radio. |
Van Morrison, |
Brown Eyed Girl |
| If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the back roads stop. Could you find me? |
Van Morrison, |
Astral Weeks |
| I'm trying to please to the calling of your heart-strings that play soft and low. |
Van Morrison, |
Moondance |
| Enlightenment, don't know what it is. It's up to you, the way you think. |
Van Morrison, |
Enlightenment |
| No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden. |
Van Morrison, |
In The Garden |
| I'm a working man in my prime cleaning windows. |
Van Morrison, |
Cleaning Windows |
| All the girls walk by dressed up for each other, and the boys do the boogie woogie on the corner of the street. |
Van Morrison, |
Wild Night |