Into The Mystic

(V. Morrison)



We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

And our bodies both as one as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and see the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic 



And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will float into the mystic



And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And magnificently we will float into the mystic



Into the mystic

Into the mystic

Too late to stop now



Van Jam Music ASCAP