Sandy Denny Fotheringay ( Demo Version)

ladysonja Sandy Denny Fotheringay (Demo Version) How often she has gazed from castle windows over And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall With noone 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