See the ruin on the hillWhere the smoke is hanging stillLike an echo of an age long forgotten.There's a story of a homeCrushed beneath those blackened stonesAnd a roof that fell before the beams were rotten.See, Saul Darby loved his wifeAnd he laboured all his lifeTo provide her with material possessionsAnd he built for her a homeOf the finest wood and stoneAnd the building soon became his sole obsession.Oh it took three hundred daysFor the timber to be raisedAnd the silhouette was seen for miles aroundAnd the gables reached as highAs the eagles in the skyBut it only took one night to bring it down --When Darby's castle tumbled to the ground.Though the shared a common bedThere was precious little saidIn the moments that were set aside for sleeping.For his busy dreams were filledWith the rooms he'd yet to buildAnd he never heard young Helen Darby weeping.Then one night he heard a soundAs he laid his pencil downAnd he traced it to her door and turned the handle,And the pale light of the moon,Through the windows of the room,Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled.Oh it took three hundred daysFor the timber to be raisedAnd the silhouette was seen for miles aroundAnd the gables reached as highAs the eagles in the skyBut it only took one night to bring it down --When Darby's castle tumbled to the ground.
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
