There's a small hotel with a wishing well,
I wish that we were there together;
There's a bridal suite, one room bright and neat,
Complete for us to share together.
Looking through the window,
You can see a distant steeple
Not a sign of people who wants people?
When the steeple bell says, "Good night, sleep well,"
We'll thank the small hotel together.
Looking through the window,
You can see a distant steeple
Not a sign of people who wants people?
We'll creep into our little shell,
And we will thank the small hotel together.
