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
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 rеach?
Am I not sensitive, clevеr Well-mannered, considerate Passionate, charming As kind as I'm handsome An heir to a throne? You are everything maidens could wish for Then why no— Do l 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"
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 wifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
