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 fog horn blows, I will be coming home
When a fog horn blows, when I hear it
And I don't have to fear it tonight
Want to rock your gypsy soul
I back in the days of old
I never see then we will float, into the mystic
When a fog horn blows, no I will be coming home
When a fog horn it's a ghost, got to hear it
And I don't have to fear it tonight
Want to rock your gypsy soul
Like back in the days of old
Now together we will float, into the mystic
Come on girl
It's to late to start now
It's to late to start now
It's to late to start now
