There lay a small village
The King is giving a Festival.
I wish to go to the Festival.
I wish to go to the Festival.
I wish you′d give us some
I wish we might have a child.
You wish to go to the Festival?
The poor girl's parents had died,
You wish to go to the Festival?
What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
What, you wish to go to the Festival?
And now she lived with her stepmother
Who had two daughters of her own.
People would laugh at you-
I still want to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince.
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
The young lad had no father and his mother-
Well, she was at her wit′s end-
I wish my son were not a fool.
I wish my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was full of milk.
I wish the walls were full of gold-
I wish a lot of things...
What in heaven's name are you doing
With the cow inside the house?
How many times do I have to tell you,
And then there was a hungry little girl
Who always wore a red cape.
It′s for my Granny in the woods.
To bring my poor old hungry
Just a loaf of bread, please...
Cinderella, if you can pick up these lentils,
And finish your chores in time,
Then you may go to the ball with us.
Out of castles and ponds...
Pick and peck, but swiftly,
Now listen to me well, son.
Milky-White must be taken to market.
But, mother, no- he′s the best cow in the world-
She has been dry for weeks now,
We've got no choice but to sell her.
There are bugs on her dugs.
There are flies in her eyes.
There's a lump on her rump
We′ve no time to sit and dither,
While her wither's wither with her-
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I wonder what′s goin' on in that head of yours.
Now you're certain of your way?
The woods are just trees,
I sort of hate to ask it,
But do you have a basket?
Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella!
Are you really wearing that?
Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella.
Can′t you hide it with a hat?
That was always their advice.
Nothing cooking in that belly now is there?
Unless you do exactly as I say.
In three days time a blue-moon will appear,
Only then can the curse be, undone...
In the past, when you were no more than a babe,
Your father brought his young wife
They were a lovely couple,
But not lovely neighbors.
Your mother was with child,
And she developed an unusual appetite.
She admired my beautiful garden,
And she told your father that
What she wanted more than anything,
Greens, greens, nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery,
Asparagus and watercress and
Fiddleferns and lettuce-!
'Cause I caught him in the autumn
Rooting through my rutabaga,
My champion! My favorite!-
I should have laid a spell on him
I could have turned him into stone
But I let him have the rampion-
You can let me have the baby
That your wife will bear.
And we′ll call it square."
No. But, you had a sister.
And you′ll never find her,
Small price to pay for what
Else your father stole from me.
It cost me my youth, my beauty.
With the curse of ugliness,
If I ever lost any of them.
I'd let him go, I didn′t know,
I was watching him crawl,
Well, that's another story,
"Oh, don't take away the baby,"
They shrieked and screeched,
I admit it was a pleasure-
I′m still not mollified."
And I laid a little spell on them-
Would always be a barren one...
And there's no more scenes
You should see my nectarines!
But I′m telling you the same
Mess around with my greens!
Yeah, but why do we have to go to the next village?
Into the woods to sell the cow,
You must begin the journey!
Into the woods to journey's end-
Into the woods to sell a friend-
Go to the woods and bring me back
One: the cow as white as milk,
Two: the cape as red as blood,
Three: the hair as yellow as corn,
Four: the slipper as pure as gold.
Tis' then the blue moon reappears.
Which comes but once each hundred years.
Now may I go to the Festival?
Lentils are one thing but
You′d make us the fools of the Festival
The Festival lasts three nights.
Surely, you could let me be there for one of them.
The King is trying to find his son a wife!
The spell is on my house.
Only I can lift the spell,
The spell is on my house.
No, no, the spell is on our house.
We must lift the spell together,
The spell is on our house!
Now tell me what am I to return with?
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as gold-
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as gold...
I still wish to go to the Festival,
But how am I ever to get to the Festival?
The cow as white as milk,
The cape as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as corn-
The grave at the willow tree,
And tell her I just want to
Go to the King′s Festival...
The slipper as pure as gold...
The slipper as pure as gold-
I have to take the journey.
Into the woods to lift the spell-
Into the woods to visit Mother-
Into the woods to sell the cow!
Into the woods to grandmother′s house!
The woods are just trees,
No need to be afraid there-
There's something in the glade there...
Be lurking on the journey?
And home before it′s dark!