I see the shadow of a tall tree fading in the sunless sky
I feel the aching of an old bruise healing, blue and black as night

I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows

I feel the cadence of the breakers pounding me into the stone
I hear the memory of an old love calling me to come back home

I will go, I will where the cold wind blows
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows.

I will go, I will go
I will go, I will go

I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows.
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows.
I will go, I will go where the cold wind blows.
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows.

I will go, I will go,
I will go, I will go.