We were born before the wind
  Also younger than the sun
  Ere 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 that fog horn blows I will be coming home
  And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
  I don't have to fear it
  I want to rock your gypsy soul
  Just like way back in the days of old
  Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
  
  And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
  And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
  I 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 float into the mystic
  Come on girl...