exile lyrics – enya

cold as the northern winds,
in december mornings,
cold is the cry that rings,
from this far distant sh*r*.

winter has come too late,
too close beside me.
how can i chase away,
all these tears deep inside.
i ‘ll wait, the sgns 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 p*ssion?
out of these dreams – a boat,
i will sail home to you.

/ enya lyrics