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