Darby's Castle

See the ruin on the hillwhere the smoke is hangin stilllike an echo of an age long forgottentheres a story of a homecrushed beneath those blackened stonesand the roof that fell before the beams were rottenCecil Darby loved his wifeand he labored all his lifeto provide her with material possessionsand he built for her a homeof the finest wood and stoneand the building soon became his sole obsessionoh it took 300 daysfor the timbers to be raisedand the silhouette was seen from miles aroundand the gables reached as highas the eagles in the skybut it only took one night to bring it downwhen Darby's castle tumbled to the groundthough they shared a common bedthere was precious little saidin the moments that were set aside for sleepinfor his busy dreams were filledwith the rooms he'd yet to buildand he never heard young Helen Darby weepinthen one night he heard a soundas he layed his pencil downand traced it to her door and turned the handleand the pale light of the moonthrough the window of the roomsplit the shadows where two bodies lay entangledoh it took 300 daysfor the timbers to be raisedand the silhouette was seen from miles aroundand the gables reached as highas the eagles in the skybut it only took one night to bring it downwhen Darby's castle tumbled to the ground