[Flora:] Each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less. Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty.
[Choir:] One gift, beauty rare Full of sunshine in her hair Lips that shame the red red rose She'll walk with springtime Wherever she goes
[Fauna:] Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song.
[Choir:] One gift, the gift of song Melody her whole life long The nightingale's her troubadour Bringing her sweet serenade to her door
[Merryweather:] Sweet princess, my gift shall be... <...> Sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give at 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.
