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