Songtext von Ciarán's Well

Come to me Misty cold nights You'll hear her sigh And sing bitter Sweet 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 plays... she stays... "Your safe with me, come to me and bathe in these sacred, holy waters Cleanse your soul and mind I will take your grief away I will release you from your pain, the saints will watch over you. Salvations near, breathe in the life my dear." Ahh Ahhhh Ahh Ahhhh