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.

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

Enya – Exile Lyrics

Songwriters: EITHNE NI BHRAONAIN, NICKY RYAN, ROMA RYAN
Exile lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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