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 ♪ 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 For the lonely Fotheringay