We were born before
the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
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
And when that fog
horn blows
I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows
I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock
your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog
horn blows
you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows
I got to
hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock
your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
Written by: Van
Morrison
License:
Harry Fox Agency