Exile Enya
[C#m]Cold [A]as the [E]northern [B]winds
In D[C#m]ecemb[A]er [G#m]mornin[E]gs,
[C#m]Cold [A]is the [E]cry that [B]rings
From this [A]far d[G#m]istant s[C#m]hore.
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
Chorus:
[C#]I'll [A#m]wait the [F#]signs [G#]to c[C#]ome.
[A#m]I'll [F#maj7]find a [G#]way
[C#]I will [A#m]wait the [F#]time [G#]to c[C#]ome.
[A#m]I'll [F#maj7]find a [G#]way [C#]home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
Chorus
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.
C#m: xx2120 or x46654
G#m: 466444
A#m: x13321
F#maj7: xx4321
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