Into the Mystic 7-19-05
Van Morrison
We were born before the wind,
also younger than the sun.
Ere the bonny boat was won as we sailed into the mystic.
Hark, now here the sailor's cry.
Smell the sea and feel the sky.
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic.
When the foghorn blows,
I will be coming home. Mmm hmm hm
When the foghorn blows,
I wanna hear it. I don't have to fear it.
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul,
Just like way back in the days of old.
And magnificently we will float into the mystic.
When that foghorn blows,
you know I will be coming home.
When the foghorn whistle blows,
I've gotta hear it. I don't have to fear it.
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul,
Just like way back in the days of old.
And together we will float into the mystic.
Come on girl.
Too late to stop now-o-ow.
