Cold as the northern winds,
in december mornings,
cold is the cry that rings,
from this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late,
too close beside me.
how can i chase away,
all these tears deep inside.
I 'll wait, the sgns 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 - a boat,
i will sail home to you.
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