Intro: 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 sailors cry-y-y, smell the sea and touch the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic And when that foghorn whistle 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 magnificently we will fold, into the mystic (Yeah, together)