MORRISON, Van


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, mmm mmm

And when the fog horn blows

I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

I wanna rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Then magnificently we will float

Into the mystic

When that fog horn blows

You know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows

I gotta hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I wanna rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will float

Into the mystic

Come on girl

Will they stop now


In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain

After a summer shower when I saw you standin'

In the garden in the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow

As we watched the petals fall down to the ground

And as I sat beside you I felt the

Great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home

You were a creature all in rapture

You had the key to your soul

And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face

The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine

And you were a violet colour as you

Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face

Within your violet you treasure your summery words

And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine

Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance

Your childlike vision became so fine

And we heard the bells inside the church

We loved so much

And felt the presence of the youth of

Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly

Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly

And we felt the presence of the Christ

And I turned to you and I said

No Guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature

And the father in the garden

No Guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature

And the Father and the

Son and the Holy Ghost

In the garden wet with rain

No Guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost

In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain

No Guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature