(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 wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will fold
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
And 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 flow
Into the mystic
(Panis Angelicus)
Panis angelicus (the angelic bread)
Fit panis hominum (made the bread of men)
Dat panis coelicus (the Bread of Heaven)
Figuris terminum (puts an end to symbols)
O res mirabilis! (O how wonderful!)
Manducat Dominum (we’re feeding on the Lord)
Pauper, (poor), Pauper, (poor),
Servus et humilis (humble servant)
Te trina Deitas (Godhead, one in Three)
Unaque poscimus (We beg of You)
Sic nos tu visita (that You visit us)
Sicut te colimus (as we worship You)
Per tuas semitas (by Your ways)
Duc nos quo tendimus (lead us who seek)
Ad lucem, Ad lucem (the light)
Quam inhabitas (the light in which You dwell)
Ad lucem, Ad lucem (the light)
Quam inhabitas (the light in which You dwell)
Amen. (Amen)
