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 (F)mys tic.
Hark, now hear the sail or’s cry.
Smell the sea and feel the sky,
let your soul and spir it fly in to the (F)mys tic.
And when the fog horn (Bb7)blows,
I will be (F)com ing home.
And when that fog horn (Bb7)blows,
I wan na (C)hear it.
I don’t have to fear it, and I (F)wan na rock your
gyp sy soul,
just like way back in the days of old.
And mag ni fi cent ly we will flow
in to the (F)mys tic.
And when the fog horn (Bb7)blows,
I will be (F)com ing home.
And when that fog horn (Bb7)blows,
I wan na (C)hear it.
I don’t have to fear it, and I (F)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 (F)mys tic.
Too late to stop now.
This page shows “Into The Mystic” by Van Morrison in our color-coded kid songbook view — 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 Bb at 86 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.