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Total views: 2 times this week / Rating: 9.32/10 [19 votes]Album: Moondance / Original Release Date: 1970-03Genre: RockSong Duration: 3 min 28 sec
Into The Mystic
Van Morrison
Van Morrison
VAN MORRISON
Into The Mystic Lyrics
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 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
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And 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
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
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 that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And 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
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
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Songwriter(s): van Morrison
Record Label(s): 1970 Warner Bros Records Inc
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Luciano November 29, 2012-9:46
This is bardic and lyrical and a good poem, and W.B. Yeats in Irish heaven is pleased.
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This is bardic and lyrical and a good poem, and W.B. Yeats in Irish heaven is pleased.
A sweet brown eyed boy really opened my heart at such tender years fit this in memory of his n mine window still leaves chills as it did the first time hearing all those yesterdays at least he wasnt no 2 bit thief