Eicile
Enya met het nummer Eicile
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 sings 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 quide the morning stone
as I sail home to you.
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find away.
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 there dreams a boat
I will sail home to you.
