Exile |
(Watermark, 1991) |
Cold
as the northern winds
In December mornings Cold is the cry that rings From this far distand 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 |