written by: Enya/Roma Ryan
  Cold as the northern winds
  in December mornings,
  Cold is the cry that rings
  from this far distand 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.
  Who then can warm my soul?
  Who can quell my passion?
  Out of these dreamsQa boat
  I will sail home to you.