[1] See the ruin on the hill where the [4] smoke is [1] hanging [2m] still
Like an [5] echo of an [4] age long for-[1]-gotten
There's a story of a home crushed be-[4]-neath those [1] blackened [2m] stones
And the [5] roof which fell be-[4]-fore the beams were [1] rotten

Cecil Darby loved his wife and he labored all his life
To provide her with material possessions
So he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone
And the building soon became his sole obsession

Oh, it [5] took three-hundred days for the [1] timbers to be raised
The [4] silhouette was seen for miles a-[5]-round
And the gables reached as high as [1] eagles in the sky
But it [4] only took one [2m] night to bring it [5] down
When Darby's castle tumbled to the [1] 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 Ellen Darby weeping

Then one night he heard a sound as he laid his pencil down
And traced it to her door and turned the handle
In the pale light of the moon through the window of the room
Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled