how often she has gazed from castle windows oer,
and watched the daylight passing within her captive wall,
with no-one to heed her call.
the evening hour ıs fading within the dwindling sun,
and ın 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 ıslands,
or the lonely fotheringay
Ekleyen : Ali İhsan Candemir