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 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