We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Had our bodies both as one 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 that fog horn blows I will be coming home

When the fog horn whistle blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Together we will strong into the mystic

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Had our bodies both as one 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 that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows I want to hear it

I 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 strong into the mystic