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