Exile - Enya
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
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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