Wishin’ Well

Went out to the wishin’ well

But I went out to wish it well.

‘Cause each night and every day

While children frolic fast at play.

The well is wishin’ dreams come true

Thoughts and hopes of me’s and you’s.

But does it ever get the chance

To cast its wish or dare to dance?

What would it be; where would it go

when would it see; why would it grow?

If it could kiss; who would it tell

Terence, Trent or Anna Bell?

Oh wishin’ well for all you give

For all the life you wish us live.

For all the light and laugh and love

For us below and those above.

One last wish, please, if I may

For you I wish a rainy day.

And if no rain, I wish to cry

So wishin’ well—you won’t run dry.