Boating

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

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 flow into the mystic

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
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic

Come on girl...
Too late to stop now...

Van Morrison

Sailing

Well, it's not far down to paradise,
at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.

It's not far to never-never land
no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find
the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.

CHORUS:
Sailing takes me away
to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie,
every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?

CHORUS

Well it's not far back to sanity,
at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.

CHORUS

Christopher Cross