Darby`s Castle

<br>See the ruin on the hill <br>where the smoke is hangin still <br>like an echo of an age long forgotten <br>theres a story of a home <br>crushed beneath those blackened stones <br>and the roof that fell before the beams were rotten <br>Cecil Darby loved his wife <br>and he labored all his life <br>to provide her with material possessions <br>and he built for her a home <br>of the finest wood and stone <br>and the building soon became his sole obsession <br><br>oh it took 300 days <br>for the timbers to be raised <br>and the silhouette was seen from miles around <br>and the gables reached as high <br>as the eagles in the sky <br>but it only took one night to bring it down <br>when Darby`s castle tumbled to the ground <br><br>though they shared a common bed <br>there was precious little said <br>in the moments that were set aside for sleepin` <br>for his busy dreams were filled <br>with the rooms he`d yet to build <br>and he never heard young Helen Darby weepin` <br>then one night he heard a sound <br>as he layed his pencil down <br>and traced it to her door and turned the handle <br>and the pale light of the moon <br>through the window of the room <br>split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled <br><br>oh it took 300 days <br>for the timbers to be raised <br>and the silhouette was seen from miles around <br>and the gables reached as high <br>as the eagles in the sky <br>but it only took one night to bring it down <br>when Darby`s castle tumbled to the ground