Ciaran's Well - Tarja Turunen

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...


Ah Ah

Ah Ah


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