[Narrator] Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her Mother And many tear had 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