When two sisters slandered a testy enchanter,
he repaid with a spell of regret.
Thus the older they grew
and the farther they wandered,
The more were their hearts heavyset.
“If Only” is Hell, Heav’n is “Oh Well”

One day elder Nell put behind her the spell,
and she swore her an oath to the stars:
That she’d now roam the kingdom
and warn one and all
not to waste life as she’d wasted hers.
“If Only” is Hell, Heav’n is “Oh Well”

Had I known (oh), Had I dared (oh)
Had I shown, had I shared
Had I tried, had I cared

Had we grown (oh), unimpaired (oh)
I’d have wished us “be well,”
I’d have not wished you farewell instead

But the thought that was given
the younger fair maiden
was ill thought
can be understood.

“This is not what I planned,
yet I am where I am,
and All This is golden and good.”
“If Only” is Hell, Heav’n is “Oh Well”

So beware what you tell to the old wishing well.
When in vain you wish not well at all.
Your requests are first granted, the seed that you planted
supplants what was safe, what was calm.

To quell what befell of the hell that you made,
Don’t dwell in the spell that your anger had swayed
Be afraid of the price for revenge you have paid,
Go away, and set free all your pain..

“If Only” is Hell, Heav’n is “Oh Well”