Eb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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We were born before the wind, _ _ _ _ oh so younger than the sun.
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Bb _ _ And the bonnie boat was won as we
Eb sailed into the mystic.
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_ Heart and our key, oh the sailors cry.
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_ _ Smell the sea and feel the sky.
Bb _ _ _ Let your soul and spirit fly
Eb into the mystic.
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Gm _ _ And when
Ab that foghorn blows, _ I
Eb will be coming home.
_ _ _ .
Gm And _ when
Ab the foghorn blows, I
Bb want to hear it.
_ I don't have to fear
Eb an owl, _ _ _ _ gypsy soul.
_ Just like way back in the days of old.
Bb _ _ And magnificently we will float
Eb into the mystic.
_ When _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Bb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Eb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Gm _ _ _
Ab that foghorn blows, _ .
Eb _ _ you know I will be coming home.
_ .
Gm _ _ _ _
Ab And when that foghorn whistle
Bb blows, _ I got to hear it.
I don't have to
Eb fear an owl, _ _ _ gypsy soul.
_ _ Just like way back in the days of old.
_ .
Bb _ _ And together we will float _
Eb into the mystic.
_ _ _ Come on girl.
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Bb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Eb _ _ _ _ Who needs to stop
Bb now _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Eb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .