Fotheringay

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

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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

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Her days of precious freedom

Forfeited long before

To live such fruitless years

Behind a guarded door

But those days will last no more

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Tomorrow, at this hour

She will be far away

Much farther than these islands

For the lonely Fotheringay