| Song | Alan Watts Blues |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Poetic Champions Compose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morrison | |
| Well, I'm taking some time with my quiet friend | |
| Well, I'm takin' some time on my own | |
| Well, I'm makin' some plans for my getaway | |
| There'll be blue skies shining up above | |
| When I'm cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
| Well, I've got to get out of the rat race now | |
| I'm tired of the ways of mice and men | |
| And the empires all turning into rust again | |
| Out of everything, nothing remains the same | |
| That's why | |
| I'm cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
| Sittin' up on the mountain top in my solitude | |
| Where the morning fog comes rollin' in | |
| Just might do me some good | |
| Well, I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor on | |
| Well, it's time to get back to the town again | |
| Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside |
| zuo ci : Morrison | |
| Well, I' m taking some time with my quiet friend | |
| Well, I' m takin' some time on my own | |
| Well, I' m makin' some plans for my getaway | |
| There' ll be blue skies shining up above | |
| When I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
| Well, I' ve got to get out of the rat race now | |
| I' m tired of the ways of mice and men | |
| And the empires all turning into rust again | |
| Out of everything, nothing remains the same | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
| Sittin' up on the mountain top in my solitude | |
| Where the morning fog comes rollin' in | |
| Just might do me some good | |
| Well, I' m waiting in the clearing with my motor on | |
| Well, it' s time to get back to the town again | |
| Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside |
| zuò cí : Morrison | |
| Well, I' m taking some time with my quiet friend | |
| Well, I' m takin' some time on my own | |
| Well, I' m makin' some plans for my getaway | |
| There' ll be blue skies shining up above | |
| When I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
| Well, I' ve got to get out of the rat race now | |
| I' m tired of the ways of mice and men | |
| And the empires all turning into rust again | |
| Out of everything, nothing remains the same | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
| Sittin' up on the mountain top in my solitude | |
| Where the morning fog comes rollin' in | |
| Just might do me some good | |
| Well, I' m waiting in the clearing with my motor on | |
| Well, it' s time to get back to the town again | |
| Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside |