Since I was born you have been with me dead

Blonde silky entity on top of my head


At social gatherings you outshine me with flare

Maidens only have eyes for you, ohhh how they stare


Princes and heroes like you too

mistake us both for Rapunzel they do


Visions of destroying you with a sharp horrible blade appeared

The ghost of Samson then told me every singel thread to spare
  

A gift a blessing a present so fair

A burden a curse my Cross to bear

I am the man beneath the hair

The end