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– Van Morrison

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 ol

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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