Mis-ty cold nights
You'll hear her sigh
And sing bit-ter
sweet lul-la-bies
For years she prayed
The saints would cast
a spell for the
fo-rest to let her go, go, go, Go!
She sings...
She dreams...
She-e prays...
The black old well
Holds an-cient tales
And makes all wi-shes co-ome true
So throw your dream
In-to the dark
And Blu-ue wi-ill co-ome fo-or you, you, you, Oh!
She sings...
She dreams...
She-e prays...
She sings...
she plays...
she-e stays...
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oooh
Oh, oooh Oh, oooh Oh, oooh
Oh, oooh Oh, oooh Oh, oooh
Oh, oooh Oh, oooh Oh, oooh
Oh, oooh Oh, oooh Oh!
