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…