The winter rain on Fotheringay stone, A raven circles the tower alone, The river runs black beneath the grey, And carries the secrets of yesterday. A candle burns where the shadows remain, A whisper moves through the windowpane, Two queens are sleeping beneath different skies, But history never completely dies. [Chorus] Fotheringay remembers, Fotheringay knows, The footsteps in the corridor, The door that slowly closed. Fotheringay remembers, Though centuries have flown— Some ghosts are made of history, Some never leave their home. She wore her crimson into the hall, While winter gathered beyond the wall, No crown upon her, no court at her side, Only the faith she carried inside. The bells were silent, the room stood still, The river moved beyond the hill, And when the final prayer was said, The living turned away from the dead. [Chorus] Fotheringay remembers, Fotheringay knows, The footsteps in the corridor, The door that slowly closed. Fotheringay remembers, Though centuries have flown— Some ghosts are made of history, Some never leave their home. [Bridge] Elizabeth slept in another palace, Mary beneath another stone, Yet neither queen could outrun The shadows that they called their own. A signature, a sentence, A winter morning's breath— And Fotheringay became a name Forever married to death. Now the rain falls softly Where the castle used to stand, Grass grows over vanished walls, And time erases every hand. But listen when the evening comes, When the last birds disappear— There is a voice beneath the wind That only history hears. [Final Chorus] Fotheringay remembers, Fotheringay knows, The footsteps in the corridor, The door that slowly closed. Fotheringay remembers, And always will remain— A queen beneath the winter earth, A whisper in the rain. [Outro] The river keeps on running, The centuries roll away— But somewhere in the silence, Fotheringay remembers Mary.