Fotheringay (Home Recording 1967)

[Verse 1]
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 call

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Her days of precious freedom
Forfeited long before
To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door
But those days will last no more

[Verse 4]
Tomorrow at this hour
She will be far away
Much farther than these islands
Or thе lonely Fotheringay