At a Wishing Well
At a wishing well
Comes a brand new morning
From a full blue moon
And the birds are out singing
And the flowers in bloom
I hear the children laughter
As they play so joyfully
With So much happiness
But there is none for me
But it’s my own fault
I fell in love with an angel
I try to reach her in heaven
But found my own hell
Yes I try to reach for the heaven
But fell into hell
I see the rainbow
Shines across the sea
It brings joy to others
But none for me
They say when the sun shines
It shines for all to see
But in my darken life
It never shines on me
But it’s my own fault
I fell in love with an angel
And she left me standing
At a wishing well
Yes she left me standing
At a wishing well
I guess I must move along now
And see what the future brings
They say it’s not over
Till the fat lady sings
And as I journey
Through this lonely world
I will always carry my love
For a Moroccan girl
Yes I will always carry my love
For a Moroccan girl
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