Darby's Castle

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 a roof that fell before the beams were rotten.
 See, Saul Darby loved his wife
 And he laboured all his life
 To provide her with material possessions
 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 timber 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.
 Though the 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 Helen 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 windows of the room,
 Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled.
 Oh it took three hundred days
 For the timber 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.