Celtic Thunder Midnight Well
In the town, the people stay away
From the midnight well.
For it’s dark and evil, so they say,
The midnight well.
They’ll tell you a tale of a lovely young maid,
The fairest that they’d ever known.
What a beauty they say,
But she went her own way
On that night, she set out on her own.
For they say she had a rendezvous
At the midnight well,
With a gypsy man she barely knew
At the midnight well.
Nobody knew where he came from,
But they remember the fire in his eye,
His earring of gold and his hair of coal,
And a look that could just hypnotize,
When he said,
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Come away, come away with me,
Come here and lay with me.
Come away out of the light.
Come away, come away with me,
Come and ride with me
Into the night.
Never more, they never saw her face,
At the midnight well.
She was gone, and never left a trace
At the midnight well.
They say when the summer nights come to an end,
And the harvest moon glows in the sky,
A black horse will appear and a sound you will hear
As the ghost of a gypsy rides by,
And he says
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