Here I come
To pray at the feet of Eleanor
On the path
Of the hundred men that came before
And what should I hope to leave at her altar?
Which of her spells will enslave me today?
How can a simple man find out he's worthy?
Love is the only word I can say
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, she drives me wild
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, from my head down to my toe
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, she'll make a man of this child
Now's my chance
To prove that I might be something more
There's my love
There's my god above: sweet Eleanor
And she casts a [unknown] my way she passes
Hope fills my heart as she looks this way
But she utters no word of solace or injury
I am not worthy for her today
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, she drives me wild
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, from my head down to my toe
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, she'll make a man of this child
Stand aside
A thousand more are now behind you
With a woman like Eleanor
What could you have really hoped to do?
Oh-oh-oh-ohh (She drives us wild)
Oh-oh-oh-ohh (From our head down to our toe)
Oh-oh-oh-ohh (She'll make a man of the child)
