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