WE WERE BORN
BEFORE THE WIND
ALSO YOUNGER
THAN THE SUN
AND THE BONNIE BOAT
WAS ONE
AS WE SAIL
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 YEAH
AND WHEN THAT
FOG HORN BLOWS
I WILL BE COMIN' HOME
MM MM HMM
AND WHEN THE
FOG HORN BLOWS
I WANNA 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 MAGNIFICENTLY
WE WILL FOLD
INTO THE MYSTIC YEAH
WHEN THAT
FOG HORN BLOWS
YA KNOW I WILL BE
COMIN' HOME
AND WHEN THAT
FOG HORN WHISTLE
BLOWS
I 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 FOLD
INTO THE MYSTIC BABY
COME ON GIRL
TOO LATE TO STOP NOW