Down, down, down in a valley, there stands a castle covered by trees: oaks and willows,
High, high, high in the tower, there stands the bride with arms enchained,
Free her from sorrow or she'll see no tomorrow.

Free her,
Free her from the castle,
Free her,
Free her from the castle.

Down, down, down in the dungeon, her feet are caught in a web of strife, judgment and jealousy,
She stands, waiting for Christ,
Without love how can she be known'
Free her from sorrow or she'll see no tomorrow.

Free her,
Free her from the castle,
Free her,
Free her from the castle,
Free her,
Free her from the castle,
Free her,
Free her from the castle.

Free her,
From the castle,
From the castle,
From the castle,
From the castle,
From the castle, oh.