somewhere down the mystic

my soul went walking, up a mountain trail, my good friend was talking, before his spirit sailed, he said he thought he knew me, from somewhere far away, a voice of simple beauty, called up from distant days, he turned like a flower to the sun, a thousand wars left to be won, somewhere down the mystic, another kind angel calls, another kind of glory, another kind of far, i saw the world as a grand design, i saw the moon that saw the earth, something there it seemed was dying, something there was giving birth, i turned like a flower to the sun, everything is hopeless till it's won, somewhere down the mystic, another kind of angel calls, another kind of glory, another kind of far, blue light blogs fly through my yard, as i stop the iron stool, my friend flies through my broken heart, for one last time around the code, i turned like a flower to the sun, everything is hopeless till it's won, somewhere down the mystic, another kind of angel calls, another kind of glory, another kind of far, another kind of far