Sam Wyss's video: The Princess - Original Song on ukulele

There's a built in Where's Waldo game! Spot the cat Lyrics: Well, I wished you well Entombed Up in my room, Ringing a bell Princess, No, it can’t be Uprooting Is confusing to the Tree Pack, Oh, I won’t pack I’ll send a bird And hope that I hear back Crime They’ll call it crime You’re the pretty one So you’ll be fine Oh, the cavalry’s waiting for you They’ve got your name above their breast And I am fine thinking of you The day you laid your head over my chest Snow, I’m feeling snow And here I thought that Time was running slow Vows, Unlike my own As if I’d ever sit Atop a throne Ill They call it ill Yet still, they’ll turn their back And have me killed And you I won’t ask from you You’re busy choosing Pale or powder Blue Oh, the crowds are waiting for you A wave and a smile gives them hope And oh Ive been splattered with grime and dirt The kind you can’t wash off with any soap Tree Again the tree The Falwayfax old oak still frightens me And no, I won’t go It’s for the best if they will never know Oh I’m here waiting for you An era we could see each other still Oh and I’ll be waiting for you The time that we agreed over the hill Over the hill Over the hill