Exile - Enya

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

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