| Am | C | F | C | |
| How often she has g | azed from het c | astle windows a | ll |
| G | Am | |
| And w | atched the daylight | passing |
| Em | Am | |
| Within her captive w | alls |
| Dm | Em | Am | |
| With no | one to h | eed her c | alls |
| The evening hour is fading with the dwindling sun |
| And in these lonely moments |
| Those embers will be gone |
| And the last of all the young birds flown |
| Her days of precious freedom forfeited long before |
| To live those fruitless years |
| Behind a guarded door |
| But those days last no more |
| Instrumental break Am Dm G C F Dm Em Am (2x) |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| Tommorow at this h | our she w | ill be far a | way |
| G | Am | |
| Much f | urther than these | islands |
| G | Am | |
| For the l | onely f | otheringay |
| Outro Am Dm Em Am (2x) |