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 sail home to you