| Ciaran's Well |
|---|
| 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 |
| She sings |
| She dreams |
| She prays |
| She sings |
| She plays… |
| She stays… |
| Ahh Ahhhh |
| Ahh Ahhhh |
| 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 |
