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Cold as the northern winds
In december mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distand shore.

Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?

Ill wait the signs to come.
Ill find a way
I will wait the time to come.
Ill 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.

Ill wait the signs to come.
Ill find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
Ill find a way home.

Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreamsqa boat
I will sail home to you.