There is a certain garden 
Where the stitches of life are sewn. 
And in the middle of this place 
Sits a fountain made of stone. 
The waters splashing in this place 
Are waiting just for you. 
The wishes made around its base 
Are always coming true. 
The fairies of the mountain side 
Come fluttering down the mount: 
They spread their wings to see the fountain, 
Too numerous to count. 
They make their way to the open field 
To greet the flowers there. 
They nestle on the stems and leaves, 
Thus sweetening the air. 
So come, make your way, one by one 
And see the special road 
Leading to the magic fountain, 
Fountain made of stone.