Such a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now, you will hear
This could be the first trumpet,
might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer,
many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One are not yet to face
reality now
Though I try to find the answers
To all the questions they ask
Still I know it's impossible
To go living through the past
Don't tell no lies
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now
You will hear
Such a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
Such a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
This could be the first trumpet,
might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer now,
many more will have to die
Don't ask me why,
there's a natural mystic blowing through the air
I won't tell no lie,
if you listen carefully now you will hear
Such a naturalistic, blowing through the air
I said it's blowing, it's blowing,
it's blowing, blowing through the air.
Such a naturalistic, blowing through the air.