text: 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?
  Ill wait the signs to come
  Ill find a way
  I will wait the time to come
  Ill 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
  Ill wait the signs to come
  Ill find a way
  I will wait the time to come
  Ill 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