Enya - Exile | Текст песни

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Cold as the northen winds
Is december morning
Cold is the cry that rings
From that far distant shores
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 on boat
I will sail home to you...