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 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 - a boat
I will said home to you