I don't have to fear it
Also younger than the sun
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I will be coming home
Let your soul and spirit fly into the Mystic
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the Mystic
And when that fog horn blows
I want to rock your gypsy soul
We were born before the wind
Just like way back in the days of old
I want to rock your gypsy soul
I don't have to fear it
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
Smell the sea and feel the sky
You know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows
Then magnificently we will float into the Mystic
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the Mystic
