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 the 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 flow into the mystic Come on girl Can you hear it Come on girl Into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn 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 flow into the mystic I want to hear it You don't have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Come on girl... Hear the sailors cry Into the mystic