Karaoké Into the Mystic Joe Cocker

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 you know 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 old

Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows

I will be coming home

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

We were born before the wind also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic