| Lyrics: | How often she has gazed from castle windows all
And watched the daylight passing within her
captive wall
With no one to heed her call
The evening hour is fading within the
dwindling sun
And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone
And the last of all the
young birds flown
Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before
To live such
fruitless years behind a guarded door
But those days will last no more
Tomorrow, at this
hour, she will be far away
Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |
