I’ll wait for you, my dear, by the wishing well, it knows a thing or two. If you want me to I’ll throw a coin for you, and I’ll tell it just what to do. But if you think its dumb or not quite fun, I can always spare the change. Though the world is strange, with an odd refrain, I’ll still wish you well.
Wish you well, I’ll wish you well, with shooting stars and sacred shells. Wish you well, I’ll wish you well, with alchemy or mere fantasy.
So throw a penny down and you’ll hear a wondrous sound, your dreams will sing and soar. But if you’re looking bored and not quite up for more, I’ll still wish you well.
Wish you well, I’ll wish you well, with chicken bones and sacred stones. Wish you well, I’ll wish you well, with birthday cakes from outer space.
But if you’re too old for chance or old romance and magic is a thing of the past, I’ll be sitting here without an ounce of fear – I’ll still wish you well…