| In the town, the people stay away
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| From the midnight well
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| For it’s dark and evil, so they say
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| The midnight well
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| They’ll tell you a tale of a lovely young maid
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| The fairest that they’d ever known
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| What a beauty, they say
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| But she went her own way
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| On that night, she set out on her own
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| For they say, she had a rendezvous
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| At the midnight well
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| With a gypsy man she barely knew
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| At the midnight well
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| Nobody knew where he came from
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| But they remember the fire in his eyes
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| His earring of gold
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| And his hair black as coal
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| And a look that could just hypnotize
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| When he said
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| Come away, come away with me
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| Come here and lay with me
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| Come away out of the light
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| Come away, come away
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| Come and ride with me into the night
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| Never more, they never saw her face
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| At the midnight well
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| She was gone, and never left a trace
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| At the midnight well
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| They say when the summer nights come to an end
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| The harvest moon glows in the sky
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| A black horse will appear and a sound you will hear
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| As the ghost of a gypsy flies by
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| And he says
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| Come away, come away with me
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| Come here and lay with me
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| Come away out of the light
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| Come away, come away
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| Come and ride with me into the night
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| Come away, come away with me
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| Come here and lay with me
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| Come away out of the light
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| Come away, come away
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| Come and ride with me into the night
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| Come away, come away with me
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| Come here and lay with me
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| Come away out of the light
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| Come away, come away
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| Come and ride with me into the night |