Ciarán's Well
Misty cold nightsYou'll hear her sighAnd sing bitterSweet lullabies
For years she prayedThe saints would castA spell for theForest to let her go
She singsShe dreamsShe prays
She singsShe playsShe stays
Ahh AhhhhAhh Ahhhh
The black old wellHolds ancient talesAnd makes all wishes come trueSo throw your dreamInto the darkAnd Blue will come for you