Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, there lay a small village at the edge of the woods. I wish, and in this village, more than anything, lived a young maiden, more than life, more than jewels, a carefree young lad, I wish, more than life, and a childless baker, I wish, with his wife, more than anything, more than the moon, I wish, the king is giving a festival, more than life, I wish, I wish to go to the festival, more than riches, more than the ball, I wish my cow would give us some milk, more than anything, I wish we had a child, I wish to go to the festival, I wish we might have a child, I wish. You wish to go to the festival? The poor girl's parents had died. You, Cinderella, the festival? You wish to go to the festival, the festival, the king's festival? And now she lived with her stepmother. The festival? Who had two daughters of her own. Look at your nail, look at your dress, people would laugh at you, nevertheless, they still wish to go to the festival and dance before the prince. All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart. The young lad had no father and his mother. I wish. Well, she was at her wit's end. I wish my son were not a fool. I wish my house was not a mess. I wish the cow was full of milk, I wish the walls were full of gold, I wish a lot of things. Oh, what in heaven's name are you doing with the cow inside the house? I thought if he were nice and warm, he might produce some milk. It's a she. How many times do I have to tell you that only she's can give milk? And then there was a hungry little girl who always wore a red cape. I wish. It's not for me, it's for my granny in the woods. A loaf of bread, please, to bring my poor old hungry granny in the woods. Just a loaf of bread, please. Cinderella, if you can pick up these lentils, Cinderella, if you can pick up these lentils, and finish your chores in time, then you may go to the ball with us. Come along, ladies. Yes, mother. Good luck. Come little birds, down from the eaves and the leaves, Over fields, out of castles and pines, No squeeze, power. Quick little birds, flick through the ashes, Pick and peck, but swiftly sift through the ashes, Into the pot. Now listen to me well, son. Milky White must be taken to market. Mother, no, he's the best cow in the world. Was. She has been dry for weeks now, with no food or money and no choice but to sell her. But Milky White's my best friend. Look at her. There are bugs on her dugs. There are flies in her eyes. There's a lump on her rump, big enough to be a hump. We've no time to sit and dither, while a withers wither with her. And no one keeps a cow for a friend. Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that petty house. Into the woods it's time to go. I hate to leave, I have to though. Into the woods it's time and so I must begin my journey. Into the woods and through the trees to where I am expected, ma'am. Into the woods to grandmother's house. Into the woods to grandmother's house. Are you certain of your way? The way is clear, the light is good. I have no fear, nor no one should. The woods are just trees, the trees are just wood. I sort of hate to ask it, but do you have a basket? Yes, I do. I don't suppose you're planning on buying any of these? Oh, shh, now, don't stray and be late, all right? You might save some of those sweets for granny. Oh my, she's a thief! Into the woods and down the dell, the path is straight, I know it well. Into the woods and who can tell what's waiting on the journey? Into the woods to bring some bread to granny who is sick in bed. Never can tell what lies ahead for all that I know she's already dead. But into the woods. Into the woods. Into the woods to grandmother's house and home before dark. Cinderella, get up here! Fly, birds, back to the sky. We're waiting! Back to the eaves and the leaves and the fields and the- Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella, are you really wearing that? Here I found a little tear, Cinderella, can't you hide it with a hat? You look beautiful. I know. She means me. No, she didn't mean you. Mother said be good, father said be nice, that was all I wanted. Be good, father said be nice, that was always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella. Good, Cinderella. Nice, good. Good, nice. Tight. What's the good of being good? Everyone is blind, always leaving you behind. Never mind, Cinderella. Kind, Cinderella. Nice, good. Nice, kind. Good, nice. Ow! Not that tight, Claude. We've sold our last loaf of bread. It's the witch from next door. We have no bread. I don't want your bread. Then what is it you wish? It's not what I wish, it's what you wish. Nothing cooking in that belly now, is there? And there will never be. Unless you do exactly as I say. In three days' time, a blue moon will appear. Only then can the curse be undone. What curse? The one I placed on this house. What are you talking about? In the past, when you were no more than a babe, your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. They were a lovely couple, but not lovely neighbours. You see, your mother was with child and she developed an unusual appetite. She admired my beautiful garden and she told your father that what she wanted more than anything in the world was greens, greens, nothing but greens. Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery, asparagus and watercress and fiddle ferns and lettuce. He said, all right, but it wasn't quite, because I caught him in the act. Because I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night. He was robbing me, raping me, roosting through my rutabaga, raiding my arugula and ripping up the rampion, my champion, my favourite. I should have laid a spell on him right there. I could have turned him into stone or a dog, a red share. But I let him have the rampion, I had lots to spare. In return, however, I said, fair is fair. You can let me have the baby that your wife will bear and call it square. I had a brother? No, but you had a sister. Where is she? She's mine now and you'll never find her. Small price to pay for what else your father stole from me. It cost me my youth, my beauty. My mother warned me she would punish me with the curse of ugliness if I ever lost any of them. Lost what? The beans. Beans? Special beans. I let him go, I didn't know he'd stolen my beans. I was watching him crawl back over the wall when bang! Crash! I like me flash! Oh, that's another story. Never mind. Anyway, at last the big day came. I made my claim. Oh, don't take away the baby! They shrieked and squeaked. But I did, and I hid her where she'll never be reached. Your father cried and your mother died. Went for extra measure. I admit it was a pleasure. I said, sorry, I'm still not mollified. And I laid a little spell on them. You too, son. That your family tree would always be a barren one. How could you do that? And when your mother died, your father deserted you. Your father was no father. So why should you be? Now there's no more fuss, and there's no more scenes, and my garden thrives. You should see my nectarines. But I'm telling you the same I tell kings and queens. Don't ever, never, ever mess around with my greens. Especially the beans. Yeah, but why do we have to go to the next village? Because everyone in this village knows the cow hasn't given a drop of milk in weeks. That's cheating. We're starving, Jack. Don't you understand that? Now, you're not to accept less than five pounds for her. Are you listening to me? Yes. How much are you to ask? No more than five pounds. Less than five. Into the woods the time is now. We have to live, I don't care how. Into the woods to sell the cow. You must begin the journey. Straight to the woods and don't delay. We have to face the marketplace. Into the woods the journey's end. Into the woods to sell a friend. You wish to have the curse reversed? I'll need a certain potion first. Go to the wood and bring me back. One, the cow as white as milk. Two, the cape as red as blood. Three, the hair as yellow as corn. Four, the slipper as pure as gold. Bring me these before the chime of midnight. In three days' time, tis then the blue moon reappears, which comes but once each hundred years. Bring them, and I guarantee a child as perfect as child can be. Go to the wood! Ladies, our carriage awaits. Now may I go to the festival? The festival? Darling, those nails. Darling, those clothes. Lentils are one thing. But darling, with those, you'd make us the fools of the festival and mortify the prince. The festival lasts three nights. Surely you can let me be there for one of them? The king is trying to find a son, a wife, not a scullery maid. We must be gone. Go! My wish. Beans. Oh, these must be the witch's beans. We'll take them with us. We? Yes. We? You're not coming. It's not safe out there. I can help you. No, I can do this on my own. The spell is on my house. Only I can lift the spell. No, no, the spell is on our house. We must lift the spell together. The spell is on our house. Now tell me, what am I to return with? Oh, you don't remember. The cow is white as milk. The cape is red as blood. The hair is yellow as corn. The slipper is pure as gold. The cow is white as milk. The cape is red as blood. The hair is yellow as corn. The slipper is pure as gold. I still wish to go to the festival. The cow is white as milk. The cape is red as blood. The hair is yellow as corn. I know, I'll visit Mother's grave. The clayman, the willow tree. And tell her I just want to go to the King's Festival. Into the woods, it's time to go. It may be all in vain, I know. Into the woods, but even so, I have to take the journey. Into the woods, the path is straight. You know it well. But who can tell? Into the woods to lift the spell. Into the woods to visit Mother. Into the woods to sell the cow. To get the money. To go to the festival. Into the woods to Grandmother's house. Into the woods to Grandmother's house. The way is clear. The light is good. I have no fear, nor no one should. The woods are just trees. The trees are just wood. No need to be afraid there. There's something in the glade there. Into the woods without delay. We're careful not to lose the way. Into the woods, who knows what may be lurking on the journey. Into the woods to get the thing that makes it worth the journey. Into the woods to see the King. To sell the cow. To make the potion. To see, to sell, to get, to bring, to make, to lift. To go to the festival. Into the woods. To see, to get, to bring, to lift. Into the woods. To go to the festival. Into the woods. Into the woods. Into the woods. Into the woods. Into the woods. Into the woods to get out of the woods. To see, to sell, to get, to bring, to lift. Get into the festival. Into the woods to get out of the woods, to walk before dark.