Into The Mystic

A song by Van Morrison never fails to connect to me, almost like all my senses tune into one spot, focusing on that elusive point of light that illuminates the sensation of “Ahhh…”

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

Yeah, when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home
Yeah, when that fog horn 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
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
Yeah, when that fog horn whistle blows
I gotta 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 float
Into the mystic

Come on, girl

Too late to stop now

Songwriter: Morrison George Ivan
Into The Mystic lyrics © Wb Music Corp., Caledonia Soul Music

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