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 FotheringayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
