To whom I complain my lonely nights
Afraid to face the sunlight
The darkness I see, the fears I feel
People throw a dime, and I make it real
In this well, I always dwell
Misshapen as my face, live in disgrace
Granting a wish, is a joy for all
But my dwelling here is as tight as a hole
The wishes are granted by this stranded dwarf
Unable to live under the sky, inside the well he always lies
And People seek the well's wishes
Knights who wish for days of endless fame
I wish to grant me endless fame
Kings who seek wealth of their hideous lands
I wish to grant me wealth of noble lands
Stranded here in tears of despair
If I died, would someone care?!
Again, I complain, but who would hear?
Nobody knows a dwarf is living here
Time pa**es; no one discovers that the magic has gone
They keep throwing their dimes, wishing
Till the Wish Well is no more
Knights who wished, and kings who sought the lands
They were granted in the days of past
Legend of the dwarf has been untold
The well has a deep secret inside