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. When that fog horn blows, I will be coming home You know, when that fog horn 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 Then magnificently we will float into the mystic. When that fog horn blows, you know, I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows, I can 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 And magnificently we will float into the mystic. Come on, come on, come on, now girl I don't have to fear it ‘cause I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will float into the mystic.