We  were  born  before  the  wind
also  younger  than  the  sun
and  the  bonnie  boat  was  won
that  we  sailed  into  the  mystic
hark,now  hear  the  sailors  cry
smell  the  sea  and  feel  the  sky
oh,let  your  soul  and  spirit  fly,into  the  mystic
when  that  fog  horn  blows
you  know  i  will  be  comin'home
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
------只是分割线------
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
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
Come  on  girl...
Too  late  to  stop  now...