We were born before the wind Oh, so younger than the sun Yeah, the barney boat was one As we sailed into the mystic Oh, I can now hear the sailors 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 have to fear it And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old How magnificently we will fold into the mystic And when that foghorn blows, you know I will be coming home And when that foghorn 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 together we will fold into the mystic And when that foghorn blows, you know I will be coming home