Into the Mystic sing and play along

We were born before the wind,

also younger than the sun,

ere the bonny 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 foghorn blows,

I will be coming home.

And when that foghorn blows,

I wanna hear it.

I don't have to fear it,

and I wanna rock your gypsy soul,

just like way back in the days of old.

And magnificently we will flow into the mystic.

And when that foghorn blows,

I will be coming home.

And when that foghorn blows,

I wanna hear it.

I don't have to fear it,

and I wanna rock your gypsy soul,

just like way back in the days of old.

And together we will flow will flow into the mystic.

Too late to stop now.