Tarja Turunen
ciarans well
Misty cold nights
You ll hear her sigh
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
makes all wishes come true
So throw your dream
Into the dark
Blue will come for you