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 <♪> 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 Or the lonely Fotheringay