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Out of these dreams a boat
I will wait the time to come
My light shall be the moon
How can I chase away
Cold as the northern wind
In December mornings
All these fears deep inside
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore
And my path the ocean
I'll wait the signs to come
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me
I'll find a way
I'll find a way home
My guide the morning star
I will wait the time to come
I'll find a way home
As I sail home to you