One Sunday mornin'. A-we went walkin'. Down by, the old graveyard. The mornin' fog. I looked into. A-yeah, those mystic eyes. Her mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic, eyes. Mystic
. And we are not alone Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts. And carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights. Primitive things stir. The
Have you seen themystic queen. Riding in her limousine?. Over hills and over dales 'til morning If you like I'll take you there. We'll find some colors you can wear. Color that you've only seen