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