In a tragic moment a mother dies.
A father finds new love.
While a daughter cries,
“You fall for a hag but call her a dove”



In this woeful story,
Covered in sadness.
A step-sister’s dream of glory
Crawls into madness.

Two step-sisters the poor girl now has,
Who do her much wrong.
They play just as much as
Her hours are long.

In this woeful story,
Covered in sadness.
A step-sister’s dream of glory
Crawls into madness.

And then one night an envelope came,
An invite to a ball,
To search for the dame
Who out of them all…

In this woeful story,
Covered in sadness.
A step-sister’s dream of glory
Crawls into madness.

Would be the one to marry the king,
And receive the joys of royal service.
Never before or ever since
Has there been such a ball to miss.

In this woeful story,
Covered in sadness.
A step-sister’s dream of glory
Crawls into madness.

Our poor young slave
Was forbidden to go.
The rest I will save
For the ending you know.