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

and when that fog horn blows i will be coming home

and when the fog horn blows i want to hear it

i don't have to fear it

and i want to rock your gypsy soul

just like way back in the days of old

and magnificently we will flow into the mystic

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

and when that fog horn whistle blows i got to hear it

i don't have to fear it

and i want to rock your gypsy soul

just like way back in the days of old

and together we will flow into the mystic

come on girl. too late to stop now.