Into the Mystic (takes 12–13) Songtext
von Van Morrison

Rolling on 12

One more, uh, Van there′s a funny sound
13, uh, one, three, if you're superstitous

(One, two, three, four)

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 foghorn blows
You know I'll be coming home, darling
When that foghorn whistle 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 fold
Into the mystic, yeah

(Lay it on me)

When that foghorn blows
I will be coming home, girl
Yeah
When that foghorn whistle blows
I wanna hear it
I don′t have to fear it

I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will fold
Into the mystic


Let′s
Let's do another one