ENYA - Exile lyrics

rate me

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.

My light shall be the moon

and my path - the ocean.

My guide the morning star

as I sail home to you.

Who then can warm my soul?

Who can quell my passion?

Out of these dreams - a boat

I will sail home to you.