[00:03]Cold as the northern winds
[00:11]in December mornings'
[00:22]Cold is the cry that rings
[00:32]from this far distant shore.
[00:42]Winter hase too late'
[00:51]too close beside me.
[01:00]How can I chase away
[01:08]all these fears deep inside?
[03:07][02:29]I'll wait the signs toe.
[03:15][01:26]I'll find a way.
[03:20][01:31]I will wait the time toe.
[03:29][01:40]I'll find a way home.
[01:49]My light shall be the moon'
[01:58]and my path - the ocean.
[02:07]My guide the morning star'
[02:16]as I sail home to you.
[03:35]Who then can warm my soul?
[03:43]Who can quell my passion?
[03:52]Out of these dreams - a boat
[04:01]I will sail home to you.

Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings'
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far distant shore.
Winter hase too late'
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs toe.
I'll find a way.
I will wait the time toe.
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.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.