Now picture this a little girl havn't seen much of the world Hides herself behind her door knows that somehere else there's more More than just for country life she'll never be a poor boy's wife Swear someday by hook or crook she'll have her dream in the wishing book The wishing book with pretty things Big brass beds and diamond rings A lady's gown that Luke Harris look It's all there in the wishing book Now picture this a woman grown packs her bags with all she owns That's not much but she doesn't care the city waits and it'a all bare The goodbye scenes with all the folks her mama cries her daddy chokes Then she's gone on the train she took to find the life in the wishing book The wishing book with pretty things... Now picture this a lonely man finds his pleasure where he can Works the fields beneath the sun not much time for having fun He misses her most at night he'll wake up feelin' not quite right Then he'll walk down by the brook and take with him his wishing book