the best of van morrison.
on the way back home we sang a song
but our throats were getting dry
then we saw the man from across the road
with the sunshine in his eyes
well he lived all alone in his own little home
with a great big gallon jar
there were bottles too, one for me and you
and he said hey! there you are
The way that you wander is the way that you choose. The day that you tarry is the day that you lose.
Sunshine or thunder, a man will always wonder where the fair wind blows.