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