See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still

Like an echo of an age long forgotten;

There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones

And the roof which fell before the beams were rotten

Cecil darby loved his wife, and he laboured all his life

To provide her with material posessions;

And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone

And the building soon became his sole obsession.



Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised

And thge silhouette was seen for miles around;

And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky

But it only took one night to bring it down

When darby's castle tumbled to the ground



Though they shared a common bed there was precious little said

In the moments that were set aside for sleeping

For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he'd yet to build

And he never heard young ellen darby weeping

Then one night he heard a sound, as he laid his pencil down

And he traced it to her door and turned the handle

And the pale light of the moon through the window of the room

Split the shadows where two bodies lay tangled



Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised

And the silhouette was seen for miles around

And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky

But it only took one night to bring it down

When darby's castle tumbled to the ground


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