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 tears deep inside.

I 'll wait, the sgns 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.