We were born be fore the wind,
al so young er than the sun,
ere the bon ny boat was won, as we sailed in to the (Eb)mys tic.
Hark now, hear the sail ors cry.
Smell the sea and feel the sky.
Let your soul and spir it fly in to the (Eb)mys tic.
And when that fog horn (Ab)blows,
I will be (Eb)com ing home.
And when that fog horn (Ab)blows,
I wan na (Bb)hear it.
I donβt have to (Bb)fear it, and I
wan na rock your gyp sy soul,
just like way back in the days of old.
And mag nif i cent ly we will flow in to the (Eb)mys tic.
And when that fog horn (Ab)blows,
I will be (Eb)com ing home.
And when that fog horn (Ab)blows,
I wan na (Bb)hear it.
I donβt have to (Bb)fear it, and I
wan na rock your gyp sy soul,
just like way back in the days of old.
And to geth er we will flow will flow in to the (Eb)mys tic.
Too late to stop now.
This page shows βInto The Mysticβ by Van Morrison in our color-coded kid songbook view β every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Ab at 84 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement β try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.