^CWe^F9 were born before the wind, Also younger than the sun ^G'E^Csus2re the bonny boat was won, as we sailed into the mystic^{C C}Hark, now, hear the sailor's cry, smell the sea and feel the sky ^GLe^Csus2t your soul and spirit fly into the mystic. ^{C C7}

^EmWhen that foghorn blo^Fws, I will be co^Cmin' home ^EmWhen that foghorn bl^Fows, I wanna hear^G it, I don't have to fear it

^CAnd I wanna rock you gypsy soul, just like way back in the days of old ^GAnd magnificently we will float into the myst^Cic

^EmWhen that foghorn blow^Fs, You know I will be comin' ^Chome ^EmWhen that foghorn Whistle bl^Fows, I wanna hear i^Gt, I don't have to fear it

^CAnd I wanna rock you gypsy soul, just like way back in the days of old ^GAnd together we will float into the m^Cystic

^GToo l^Cate to stop now!