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Cold as the northern winds |
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in December mornings, |
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Cold is the cry that rings |
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from this far distant shore. |
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Winter has come too late, |
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too close beside me. |
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How can I chase away |
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all these fears deep inside? |
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I'll wait the signs to come. |
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I'll find a way. |
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I will wait the time to come. |
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I'll find a way home. |
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My light shall be the moon, |
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and my path - the ocean. |
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My guide the morning star, |
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as I sail home to you. |
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Who then can warm my soul? |
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Who can quell my passion? |
| [03:52] |
Out of these dreams - a boat |
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I will sail home to you. |
