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
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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
Or the lonely Fotheringay