_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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Eb _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ We were born before the wind, _ _ _ oh so younger than the sun.
And
Bb _ _ .
the bonnie boat was one as we sailed
Eb into the mystic.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Heart and our key are the sailors cry, _ _ _ smell the sea and feel the sky.
Bb Let _ your soul and spirit fly
Eb into the mystic.
And _ _ _
Gm _
A _
Gm.
when that
Ab foghorn blows, _
Eb I will be coming home.
_ _ _ _
Gm _ _ .
And
Ab when that foghorn blows, _
Bb I want to hear them.
I don't have to fear an
Eb animal _ _ _ or a gypsy soul.
_ Just like way back in the day of the Lord.
Bb _ _ .
And magnificently we will fold
Eb into the mystic.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
Bb _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
Eb _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
Gm _ _ _ .
Ab When that foghorn blows, _
Eb _ you know I will be coming _ _
Gm home.
And _
Ab when that foghorn blows,
Bb _ I gotta hear it.
I don't have to
Eb fear an animal _ _ or a gypsy soul.
Just like way back in the day of the Lord.
_
Bb _ _ .
And together we will fold _
Eb into the mystic.
Come _ _ on girl, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
we'll _ _ _
Bb _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
Eb _ _ _ .
_ let you start
Bb now _ _ .
_ _ _
Eb _ _ _ _ _ .