Fotheringay (Home Recording 1967)

Fotheringay (Acoustic Version) - Sandy Denny

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