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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 gotta 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
- Album:
- Keep Me Singing
- Duets: Re-Working The Catalogue
- Astral Weeks
- Born to Sing: No Plan B
- Playlist
- Keep It Simple
- Moondance
- His Band And The Street Choir
- Miscellaneous
- A Night In San Francisco
- Come Running (Live at the Troubadour)
- Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart (Expanded Edition)
- A Night In San Francisco (Live)
- Tupelo Honey (Expanded Reissue)
- The Skiffle Sessions: Live In Belfast
- His Band And The Street Choir (Expanded Edition)
- Astral Weeks: Live At the Hollywood Bowl
- Back on Top
- Live at the Grand Opera House Belfast
- Wavelength