Agony

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 lighthearted 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, oh, 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 girl 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, 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