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...