Cold as the northern winds in December mornings' Cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore. Winter hase too late' too close beside me. How can I chase away all these fears deep inside? I'll find a way. I will wait the time toe. 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 toe. I'll wait the signs toe. I'll find a way. I will wait the time toe. 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.
[00:03.0]Cold as the northern winds [00:11.0]in December mornings' [00:22.0]Cold is the cry that rings [00:32.0]from this far distant shore. [00:42.0]Winter hase too late' [00:51.0]too close beside me. [01:00.0]How can I chase away [01:08.0]all these fears deep inside? [01:26.0]I'll find a way. [01:31.0]I will wait the time toe. [01:40.0]I'll find a way home. [01:49.0]My light shall be the moon' [01:58.0]and my path - the ocean. [02:07.0]My guide the morning star' [02:16.0]as I sail home to you. [02:29.0]I'll wait the signs toe. [03:07.0]I'll wait the signs toe. [03:15.0]I'll find a way. [03:20.0]I will wait the time toe. [03:29.0]I'll find a way home. [03:35.0]Who then can warm my soul? [03:43.0]Who can quell my passion? [03:52.0]Out of these dreams - a boat [04:01.0]I will sail home to you.
