Lyrics:

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