Narrator

Conderella had planted a branch at the grave of her Mother,

and many tears watered it until it had become

a handsome tree.



Cinderella

I've been good and i've been kind, Mother,

Doing only what i learned from you.

Why then am i left behind, Mother,

Is there somthing more that I should do?

What is wrong with me, Mother?

Something must be wrong.

I wish-



Cinderella's Mother

Do you know what you wish?

Are you certain what you wish is what you want?

If you know what you want,

Then make a wish,

Ask the tree

And you shall have your wish.



Cinderella

Shiver and quiver, little tree,

Silver and gold throw down on me.

I'm off to get my wish