We were born before the wind all so younger than the sun,
And the bonnie boat was one 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.
And when that foghorn blows I will be coming home.
And when that foghorn blows I want to hear it.
I don't want to fear it.
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
And magnificently we will fold into the mystic.<
And when that foghorn blows I will be coming home.
And when that foghorn blows I want to hear it.
I don't want to fear it.
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
And magnificently we will fold into the mystic.
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