Ciarán's Well
Alex Scholpp / Doug Wimbish / Ed Tinseltown / Michelle Leonard
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