Lover’s Wishing Well

There’s an old stone well in the highlands

Made of just wood, mortar and stone

Indeed it’s rumored to be built by the fairies

And it is said not to go their alone

No one can really recall who owns it

Or who keeps it in such good repair

 locals say it’ll grant you your wish

If some silver you freely will spare

A sign says one wish for a quarter

But only if you can truly believe

In magic of the wee one’s traditions

If not then no cash need you leave

 Dropped a silver dollar without thinking

I wished for someone to love for all time

I guess I must be atrue believer

For soon I found you, true love, to call mine…