There[Dm]'s a natural my[G]stic bloing 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. Correção: Miti (dj_miti@hotmail.com)