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