Exile

Текст песни ENYA - Exile <br/> Cold as the northern winds<br />in December mornings,<br />Cold is the cry that rings<br />from this far distand shore.<br /><br />Winter has come too late<br />too close beside me.<br />How can I chase away<br />( )<br />all these fears deep inside?<br /><br />I'll wait the signs to come.<br />I'll find a way<br />I will wait the time to come.<br />I'll find a way home.<br /><br />My light shall be the moon<br />and my path - the ocean.<br />My guide the morning star<br />as I sail home to you.<br /><br />I'll wait the signs to come.<br />I'll find a way.<br />I will wait the time to come.<br />I'll find a way home.<br /><br />Who then can warm my soul?<br />Who can quell my passion?<br />Out of these dreamsQa boat<br />I will sail home to you.<br />