My fingers touch the solid stones
Strong and cold they keep me from home
Imprisoned like a wingless dove
Far away from the land I love.
Lonely days count lonely years
I have cried a thousand tears
All that I tried to gain
Is lost, the effort was invane.
At Carberry hill I lost my crown
My husband fled, my luck went down.
In England´s hands I fell
18 years a living hell.
The Scotish crown belongs to me,
Yet I´m bound, I can not flee
With iron claws England holds tight
All is lost no chance to fight
Silence- Silence everywhere
Ref:
Cold walls are my reward
Lonelyness engulves my soul
I´ve been true I gave my heart
Stained tears I cried
I long to be free again
To walk in peace again
Scotland cries, her queen is lost
Agony´s her friend again.
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