Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother
And she visited there so often and wept so much
That her tears watered it until it had become a handsome tree

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

What, child? Specify
Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor
And good fortune, like bad, can befall when least expected

I wish

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

Shiver and quiver, little tree
Silver and gold throw down on me
I'm off to get my wish

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim