We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
And 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
And when the fog horn blows I'll be coming home
Oh when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
Don't have to fear it
Because I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will fall into the mystic
And when the fog horn blows you know I'll be coming home
Oh when the fog horn blows I got to hear it
Don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will fall into into into the mystic
We were born before the wind
Also much younger than the sun
And the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Into the mystic