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

Music

Although this is a part of the Conference collection (see the others below), and the birds are flying in response to the call, it also stands on it’s own…the music is by one of my favourite singers and evokes the flight into the mystic…a dreamland…dedicated to all those lovers out there…Watercolour on Arches CP Paper..

The King

Masquerade