There[Dm]'s a natural my[G]stic flow thru'[Am] the[Am] air,
if you [Dm]listen car[G]efully now you [Am]will [Am]hear.
This c[Dm]ould be the f[Am]irst trumpet,
migh[Dm]t as well be[Am] the last.
Many [Dm]more will have to suf[Am]fer,
many [Dm]more will have to die[Am],
don't as[Am]k me[Am] why. (Continua com os mesmo acordes)
Things are not the way they used to be,	
I won't tell no lie.
One and all have to face reality now.
'Tho I've tried to find the answer
to all the questions they ask.
'Tho I know it's impossible
to go living through the past,
don't tell no lie.
There's a natural mystic bloom thru' the air,
can't keep them down.
