There's a small hotel 
With a wishing well;
I wish that we were there together.
There's a bridal suite;
One room bright and neat,
Complete for us to share together.
Looking through 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.