Fairport Convention

Fotheringay

How often she has gazed from het castle windows all
And watched the daylight passing
Within her captive walls
With no one to heed her calls
The evening hour is fading with the dwindling sun
And in these lonely moments
Those embers will be gone
And the last of all the young birds flown
Her days of precious freedom forfeited long before
To live those fruitless years
Behind a guarded door
But those days last no more
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Tommorow at this hour she will be far away
Much further than these islands
For the lonely fotheringay
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