There I go to my wishing well Praying for wisdom, making use of myself There I go to my wishing well Looking for true love, watching misery make my bed There I go throwing stones again There will be no more mystery about the scars that I wear There I go to my wishing well A place with no heartache, where else shall I dwell? There she goes There I go to my wishing well Yelling, "Father, forgive me!", but seeing silence itself There I go down my wishing well Tell the world that I am sorry, I will think of them in spells There I go to my wishing well Sorrow just seething through the ringing of the bells There's one for me Yes, there's one for you There will be no more sorrow How mighty of us to choose?