We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Here the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mysticHark now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows

I will be coming home, mmm

When the fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don′t have to fear it

And I want to rock your Gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows

You know I will be coming home

When that fog horn whistle blows I gotta hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your Gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will flow

Into the mystic

Come on now

Too late to stop now