We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
When that fog horn blows I will be coming home
When that fog horn blows I gotta hear it
I don’t have to fear it
‘Cause I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Together we will row into the mystic
When that fog horn whistle blows you know I will be coming home to you
Yeah when that fog horn whistle blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
‘Cause I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Magnificently we will row into the mystic
It’s too late to help me son…