Did I abuse her or show her disdain
Why does she run from me
If I should lose her how shall I regain
The heart she has won from me

Agony
Beyond power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach

High in her tower she sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming
A light-hearted air

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Agony
Far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you
If there only were doors

Agony
All the torture they teach

What's as intriguing or half so fatiguing
As what's out of reach
Am I not sensitive, clever
Well-mannered, considerate
Passionate, charming, as kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne

You are everything maidens could wish for
Then why no
Do I know
The girls must be mad

You know nothing of madness
'Till you're climbing her hair
And you see her up there
As you're nearing her
All the while hearing her

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Agony
Misery
Woe
Though it's different for each

Always ten steps behind
Always ten feet below
And she's just out of reach
Agony
That can cut like a knife
I must have her to wife