Into the mystic
We were born before the windalso younger than the sunere the bonnie boat was wonas we sailedinto the mysticHark, now hear the sailors crySmell the sea and feel the skyLet your soul and spirit flyinto the mystic
And when that fog horn blowsI will be coming homeAnd when the fog horn blowsI want to hear itI don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soulJust like way back in the days of oldAnd magnificently we will flowinto the mystic
When that fog horn blowsyou know I will be coming homeAnd when that fog horn whistle blowsI got to hear itI don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soulJust like way back in the days of oldAnd together we will flowinto the mystic
Come on girl...
Too late to stop now...