D Cold as the northern winds Em In December mornings, D Cold is the cry that rings Am From this far distant shore. Winter has come too late Too close beside me. How can I chase away All these fears deep inside?
Chorus: C I'll wait the signs to come. G I'll find a way C I will wait the time to come. C 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. Chorus Who then can warm my soul? Who can quell my passion? Out of these dreams - a boat I will sail home to you.