Fotheringay

Fotheringay - Ashley Hutchings

How often she has gazed

From castle windows all

And watched the daylight passing

Within her captive wall

With no one

To heed her call

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 the guarded door

But those days will last

No more tomorrow

At this hour

She will be far away

Much farther than these Islands

For the lonely fotheringay