Cold as the northern winds in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore.
Winter has come to lay too close beside me.
How can I chase away all this fears deep inside?
I’ll wait the signs to come.
I’ll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I’ll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
and my path – the ocean.
My guide the Morning Star
as I sail home to you.
I’ll wait the signs to come.
I’ll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I’ll find a way home.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams abode
I will sail home to you.
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