(Van Morrison)
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 eyes
Mystic eyes
Oh, the mystic eyes
Ooh
(Mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic)
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
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