In a tower tall, where the ivy climbs,
Lived a girl named Rapunzel, with hair like golden vines.
Her voice was sweet, her heart so pure,
But locked away, she dreamt of more.
Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
In your tower of dreams, with no one to share.
Sing your song, let it soar high,
For the world awaits, beyond the sky.
With each passing day, Rapunzel would sigh,
Longing to spread her wings and fly.
But the wicked witch, with a heart so cold,
Kept her locked away, young and old.
Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
In your tower of dreams, with no one to share.
Sing your song, let it soar high,
For the world awaits, beyond the sky.