الكلمات الأصلية
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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
