I see the shadow of a tall tree fading in the sunless sky I feel the aching of an old bruise healing, blue and black as night I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new Moon glows I feel the cadence of the breakers pounding me into the stone I hear the memory of an old love calling me to come back home I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new Moon glows I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new Moon glows I will go, I will go I will go, I will go I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new Moon glows I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new Moon glows I will go, I will go (I will go, I will go) I will go, I will go (I will go, I will go)