Lyrics:

Cold is 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.