(From: Into the Woods)      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   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 intruiging 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   And all the while hearing her   Ah   Agony, misery, though it's different for each   Always ten steps behind, always ten steps below   And she's just out of reach   Agony, that can cut like a knife   I must have her to wife      High in a tower like yours was but higher   A beauty asleep   All 'round the tower a thicket of briar   A hundred feet deep   Agony, no frustration more keen   When the one thing you want   Is a thing that you've not even seen      I've found a casket entirely of glass   No, it's unbreakable   Inside, don't ask it, a maiden alas   Just as unwakeable   What unmistakeable   Agony, is the way always hard   She has skin white as snow   Did you learn her name, no   There's a dwarf standing guard   Agony such that princes must weep   Always in thrall 'most to anything almost    Or something asleep      If it were not for the thicket   A thicket's no trick, is it thick   It's the thickest   The quickest is pick it apart with a stick   Yes but even one prick, it's my thing about blood   Well it's sick   It's no sicker than your thing about dwarfs   Dwarves   Dwarfs   Dwarves are very upsetting   Not forgetting    The task's unachievable, mountains unscalable   If it's conceivable but unavailable   Ah   Agony, misery, woe not to know what you miss   While they lie there for years   And you cry on their biers   What unbearable bliss   Agony that can cut like a knife   Ah well, back to my wife