Luyện nghe bài hát Fotheringay

How often she has gazed from castle over
And watched the daylight passing her captive wall
With to heed her call

The evening hour is within the dwindling sun
And in a lonely moment those embers will be
And the last of all the birds flown

Her days of precious freedom, long before
To live such fruitless years behind a door
But those will last no more

at this hour she will be far away
Much farther than islands
Or the lonely