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.
She sings, she plays, she stays.
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…
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 your from your pain,
the saints will watch over you.
Salvations near, breathe in life my dear.