The Spell of the Well

I was crying, I was sad
and took the only coin I had
I slipped it into a wishing well
casting my own secret spell

A spell of hopes, a spell of dreams
A wish for joyful, happy things
Things I didn't own for sure
Things I need for evermore

There my coin sank down so deep
among the other coins to sleep
Now, I'm waiting just to see
if dreams come true, also for me