See the ruin on the hill 

where the smoke is hangin still 

like an echo of an age long forgotten 

theres a story of a home 

crushed beneath those blackened stones 

and the roof that fell before the beams were rotten 

Cecil Darby loved his wife 

and he labored 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 300 days 

for the timbers to be raised 

and the silhouette was seen from 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 sleepin' 

for his busy dreams were filled 

with the rooms he'd yet to build 

and he never heard young Helen Darby weepin' 

then one night he heard a sound 

as he layed his pencil down 

and 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 entangled 



oh it took 300 days 

for the timbers to be raised 

and the silhouette was seen from 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