[Narrator]
Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her Mother
And many tear had 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 something 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