Into the Mystic - Takes 12-13

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