How often she has gazed from castle windows over. 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.
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972). . Although the flames they are so dim,. I can see them from over here.. But, this is no time to worry now,.