Ciarán's Well

Misty cold nightsYou�ll hear her sighAnd sing bitterSweet lullabiesFor years she prayedThe saints would castA spell for theForest to let her goShe sings�She dreams�She prays�She sings�She plays...She stays...Ah ahAh ahThe black old wellHolds ancient talesAnd makes all wishes come trueSo throw your dreamInto the darkAnd blue will come for you