Rapunzel

Music: Bell/Dawson/Hollands; Lyrics: Hollands

Up in that tower, no one can see,
She sits by the hour, longs to be free.
You won’t hear her call, as her voice is weak,
And yet she paces by the hour in her tower.

She doesn’t see you as you gaze above,
Recording time, waiting for love.
Alone she cries to cold, damp walls,
Yet no one ever hears her calls at all.

Let down her mane of golden hair… She waits.

I don’t understand it, why it is this way,
Doubled up with hurt, the pain of her day.
The words in her head are hidden inside,
With vacant eyes this girl has lost her pride.

Let down her mane of golden hair… She waits.

Perhaps some day, she won’t feel the cold,
Never wither, never grow old.
Her tale will live on for all to tell,
And through the years I’ve come to know her well.

Let down her mane of golden hair… She waits.

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