Lyrics Ciarán's Well - Tarja

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