Merryweather: Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch's trick,
a spindle should your finger prick... a ray of hope there still
may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in
sleep, the fateful prophecy you'll keep. And from this slumber you
shall wake, when true love's kiss, the spell shall break.
Chorus: [singing] For true love conquers all!
(From the Disney movie)
