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Cold aC#ms theA northeErn winds B
In DC#mecembAer G#mmorninEgs,
C#mCold Ais the Ecry that Brings
From this Afar dG#mistant sC#mhore.
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
CI'll A#mwait the Fsigns Gto cCome.
A#mI'll F#maj7find a Gway
CI will A#mwait the Ftime Gto cCome.
A#mI'll F#maj7find a Gway Chome.
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.
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