🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Exile - Enya

 Cold as the northern 
 In  mornings,
  is the cry that rings
  this far distant shore.
 
 Winter  come too late
 Too  beside me.
  can I chase away
 All these fears deep 
 
 I'll wait the signs to 
  find a way
 I will  the time to come.
  find a way home.
 
 My light shall  the moon
 And my path - the 
 My  the morning star
 As  sail home to you.
 
 I'll wait  signs to come.
  find a way
 I will wait the time  come.
  find a way home.
 
 Who then can warm my 
 Who can  my passion?
 Out of these  - a boat
 I will sail home to