Fotheringay - Fairport Convention

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[00:14.83]How often she has gazed from castle windows all
[00:20.01]And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall
[00:26.06]With no one to heed her call
[00:39.48]The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun
[00:44.72]And in a lonely moment  those embers will be gone
[00:50.84]And the last of all the young birds flown
[01:03.76]Her days of precious freedom  forfeited long before
[01:09.56]To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door
[01:15.61]But those days will last no more
[02:13.93]Tomorrow  at this hour  she will be far away
[02:20.86]Much farther than these islands  for the lonely Fotheringay