Narrator: Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother
And her many tears watered it until it had become a handsome tree
Cinderella: 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...
Cinderella's mother: 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
Cinderella: Shiver and quiver little tree
Silver and gold, throw down on me
I'm off to get my wish