Into The Mystic - Sunchild, Donavon Frankenreiter

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 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

Together 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 wanna rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Together we will stroll into the mystic

Now come on girl

Too late to stop this now