Sandy Denny - Fotheringay By: By.TuRuT Date: February 07, 2010, 02:03:37 PM 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
