Darby's Castle Lyrics - Roger Miller

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 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 three hundred days for the timbers 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 

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Though they 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 Ellen 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 window of the room 

Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled 

Oh it took three hundred days for the three hundred days...