Fotheringay

How often she has gazed

From castle windows o'er

And watched the daylight passing

Within her captive wall

With no-one to heed her callThe 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 flownHer 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

Or the lonely Fotheringay

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