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
'Til 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