Interpret:

Van Morrison

Album:

His Band And The Street Choir

Well I tried and I tried
But the river seems so wide
And my head hurts and my hands are tied


And it's so hard
When you're standing on the yard
Every time that your number comes around


Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me man, alright
Get the message to me
Anyway you can


Well let your river roll
A way down in your soul
Never to grow old
On the saxophone


From the airport to the plane
A way to the railroad trains
Why can't we take it from the top
And start all over again


Everytime you hear that whistle blow
You know you gotta put on your show
Everytime your number comes around


Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me man
Get the message to me
Anyway you can


A let your river roll
Way down in your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone


[Instrumental & sax solo]


From the car to the bar
Or why don't you pour it in a jar?
An put a label on it
And send it off to the lost and found


You've gotta get it in your brain
But before you go insane
Everytime your number comes around
Here it comes


Call me up in dreamland
A radio to me man
Get the message to me
Anyway you can


Let your river roll
A way down in your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone


Never to grow old
On a saxophone


Never to grow old
On the saxophone


Never to grow old
On that-a saxophone


Lord have mercy!