We were born for the wind Also younger than the sun Where the bonnie boat was won As we sailed into the mystic Hark and now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic When that fog horn blows I will be coming home When that fog horn whistle blows I want to hear it, don't have to fear it And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will flow into the mystic When that fog horn blows You know I will be coming home When that fog horn whistle blows I want to hear it, don't have to fear it And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will flow into the mystic It's too late to stop now