into the mystic

we were born before the wind

also younger than the sun

ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

hark

now hear the sailors cry

smell the sea and feel the sky

let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

when that fog horn blows i will be coming home

when that fog horn blows i gotta hear it

i don't have to fear it

'cause i want to rock your gypsy soul

just like way back in the days of old

together we will row into the mystic

when that fog horn whistle blows you know i will be coming home to you

yeah when that fog horn whistle blows i want to hear it

i don't have to fear it

'cause i want to rock your gypsy soul

just like way back in the days of old

magnificently we will row into the mystic

it's too late to help me son.