Down the mystic avenue I walk again. Remembering the days gone by. And I'm knocking with my heart. And all the girls walk by. In all their summer fashions. And the churchbells chime. On a summer Sunday afternoon. She gives me religion. She gives me religion. And the angel of imagination. Opened up my gate. She said "come right in. I saw you knocking with your heart.". And the angel of imagination. She lit your fiery vision bright. Let your flame burn into the night. I saw you knocking with your heart. She gives me religion. She gives me religion. It's all right. And all the girls walk by. In all their summer fashions. And the churchbells chime. On a summer Sunday afternoon. It's all right. She gives me religion. I said she gives me religion. And I'm knocking and I'm knocking with my heart. And I'm knocking knocking with my heart. And I'm knocking with my heart.