Ciarán's Well

Misty cold nights, you'll hear her sigh

And sing bittersweet lullabies

For years, she prayed the saints would cast

A spell for the forest to let her go

Go

Go

Go

She sings

She dreams

She prays

The black old well holds ancient tales

And makes all wishes come true

So throw your dream into the dark

And blue will come for you

You

You

You

She sings

She dreams

She prays

She sings

She dreams

She prays