Cold as the northern winds
In December mornings
Cold is the c r y 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