We were born before the wind
also younger than the sun
ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Harknow hear the sailors cry
smell the sea and fell the sky
let your soul and spirit fly
into the mystic
and when that foghorn blows
I will be coming home
And when that foghorn blows
I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
just like way back
in the days of old
then magnificently
we will float into the mystic
when that foghorn blows
you know I will be coming home
and when that foghorn whistle blows
I gotta hear it
I don't have to fear it
and I want to rock your gypsy soul
just like way back
in the days of old
and together we will
l float into the mystic
come on girl
too late to stop now