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?

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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.

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Who then can warm my soul?

Who can quell my passion?

Out of these dreams - a boat

I will sail home to you.