Into The Mystic Lyrics - Listening Booth: 1970 - Marc Cohn

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 fold 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 fold into the mystic 

Come on, girl 

Too late to stop now