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