Rainbow

[Blackmore/Night (arrangement only)]
Mysteries of ages told, stories now will unfold
Tales of mystic days of old are hidden in these walls
Hear the witches play their tunes, sing their songs to the moon
As they play the night will move, in the hall of the mountain king
Wild child so innocent
You took that away
Thoughts of wonder and surprise hide themselves in your eyes
As the smoke begins to rise inside the mountain halls
Ancient tales of witches love, answers lie through that door
All you'd ever want and more, is calling for you now
Through darkened passages
Try but you cannot break free
You took her innocence