C#mi A      E        B
Cold as the northern winds
     C#mi  A   G#mi   E
in Decem - ber morn - ings,
C#mi A      E        B
Cold is the cry that rings
          A   G#mi    C#mi
from this far distant shore.

Win - ter has come too late
too close be - side me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?

C#   A#mi     F#    G# C#
I'll wait the signs to come.
A#mi F#     G#
I'll find a way
C#     A#mi     F#   G# C#
I will wait the time to come.
A#mi F#     G#  C#
I'll find a way home.

My light shall be the moon
and my path - the o - cean.
My guide the morning star
as I sail home to you.

Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my pas - sion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.