Misty cold nights. You'll hear her sigh and sing bittersweet lullabies. For years she prayed the saints would cast a spell for the forest to let her 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.
She sings, she dreams, she prays,
she sings, she plays, she stays...
"You're 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 life my dear."