See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still
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Like an echo of an age long forgotten;
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There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones
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And the roof which fell before the beams were rotten.
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Cecil Darby loved his wife, and he laboured all his life
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To provide her with material possessions;
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And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone
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And the building soon became his sole obsession.
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Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised
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And the silhouette was seen for miles around;
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And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky -
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But it only took one night to bring it down,
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When Darby's castle tumbled to the ground.
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Though they shared a common bed there was precious little said
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In the moments that were set aside for sleeping:
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For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he'd yet to build
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And he never heard young Ellen Darby weeping.
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Then one night he heard a sound, as he laid his pencil down,
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And he traced it to her door and turned the handle;
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And the pale light of the moon through the window of the room
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Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled.
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Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised
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And the silhouette was seen for miles around;
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And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky -
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But it only took one night to bring it down,
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When Darby's castle tumbled to the ground.
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Darby's Castle
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Kris Kristofferson |