We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
'Ere the bonny boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now, hear the sailor's cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic.
When that foghorn blows,
I will be comin' home, Mmm hmm hm
When that foghorn blows,
I wanna hear it, I don't have to fear it
And I wanna rock you gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will float
Into the mystic
When that foghorn blows,
you know I will be comin' home
And when that foghorn whistle blows,
I've gotta hear it, I don't have to fear it
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float
Into the mystic Come on girl!
Too late to stop now-o-ow!
( my first stab at this criticism welcomed! )