[MRS. BUCKET, spoken]
Come on, Charlie.​ Don't you want to make a wish?

[CHARLIE, spoken]
I only have one wish.​

[MRS. BUCKET, spoken]
Oh, Charlie.​

(sung)
If your father were here
He would say, that ones Mars
He would hang you the moon
And then he'd bottle the stars

I would say, brush your teeth
Is that dirt behind your ear?
But you'd be dreaming
If your father were here

If your father were here
You would not be in bed
You'd be acting out the stories
From the books that you've read

He'd be walking the plank
Of Charlie Bucket, buccaneer
You'd be sailing
If your father were here
And if wishes were horses
We could gallop away
And if cabbages were watches
I would know the time all day

Ah, but all we can offer you
Are dreams in every size
So close your eyes, Charlie Bucket
Close your eyes

If your father were here
He would banish the cold
I can still feel his laughter
And the hand I would hold

As I'm watching you grow
Inch by inch, by inch, by year
I would thank him
If your father were here

(spoken)
Well, if you won't make a wish, Charlie, then I'll make one for you.​