Lyrics:

Cold as the northern winds,
in December mornings.
Cold is the cry that rings,
from this far distant shove.

Winter has come too late.
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside.

Course:
I'll wait the singns 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.

Course

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