Enya
exile 2009 remastered version
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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.
- Album:
- Dark Sky Island
- Miscellaneous
- A Day Without Rain
- Paint The Sky With Stars
- The Memory Of Trees
- Shepherd Moons
- Watermark
- The Celts
- And Winter Came
- The Very Best Of Enya
- Enya
- Amarantine
- A Box Of Dreams
- The Very Best Of Enya (Deluxe Edition)
- The Very Best Of Enya (US - Standard DMD)
- The Very Best Of Enya (Standard DMD)
- Dark Sky Island (Deluxe)
- So I Could Find My Way
- The Humming...
- Enya / The Celts