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!