We were born before the wind
Also younger than the Sun
And the Bonnie boat 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 a foghorn blows
I will be coming home
When a foghorn blows
When I hear it
And I don't have to fear it, and I
Want to rock your gypsy soul
Like back in the days of old
Magnificently we will float
Into the mystic
When a foghorn blows
No I will be coming home
When a foghorn whistle blows
Gotta hear it
And I don't have to fear it, and I
Want to rock your gypsy soul
Like back in the days of old
Together we will float
Into the mystic
Come on girl
It's too late to stop now
It's too late to stop now
It's too late to stop now
