Into The Mystic

"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...