Exile

C#m  A      E        B
Cold as the northern winds

    C#m  A  G#m   E
In December mornings,

C#m  A      E        B
Cold is the cry that rings

          A    G#m     C#m
From this far distant shore.

Winter has come too late
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Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
C#   A#m      F#    G#  C#
I'll wait the signs to come.

A#m  F#maj7 G#
I'll find a way

C#     A#m      F#   G#  C#
I will wait the time to come.

A#m  F#maj7 G#  C#
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.

Chorus

Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.