Cold is 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?
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