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Cold as the Northern winds
In December morning
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
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