There’s a small hotel, With a wishing well;

I wish that we were there together.

There’s a bridal suite; One room bright an neat,

Complete for us to share together.

Looking trought 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. We’ll creep in our little shell.

And we will thank the small hotel together.