Darby's Castle
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 which fell before the beams were rotten.
Cecil darby loved his wife, and he laboured 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.
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 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.
O Castelo de Darby
Veja a ruína na colina onde a fumaça ainda paira
Como um eco de uma era há muito esquecida;
Há uma história de um lar esmagado sob aquelas pedras carbonizadas
E o telhado que desabou antes que as vigas apodrecessem.
Cecil Darby amava sua esposa, e trabalhou a vida inteira
Para lhe proporcionar bens materiais;
E ele construiu para ela um lar de madeira e pedra finas
E a construção logo se tornou sua única obsessão.
Oh, levou trezentos dias para as madeiras serem erguidas
E a silhueta era vista a quilômetros de distância;
E as beiradas alcançavam as alturas das águias no céu -
Mas bastou uma noite para derrubá-la,
Quando o castelo de Darby desabou no chão.
Embora compartilhassem a mesma cama, pouco se falava
Nos momentos que eram reservados para dormir:
Pois seus sonhos agitados estavam cheios dos cômodos que ainda ia construir
E ele nunca ouviu a jovem Ellen Darby chorando.
Então, numa noite, ele ouviu um som, enquanto deixava o lápis de lado,
E seguiu até a porta dela e girou a maçaneta;
E a luz pálida da lua pela janela do quarto
Dividiu as sombras onde dois corpos estavam entrelaçados.
Oh, levou trezentos dias para as madeiras serem erguidas
E a silhueta era vista a quilômetros de distância;
E as beiradas alcançavam as alturas das águias no céu -
Mas bastou uma noite para derrubá-la,
Quando o castelo de Darby desabou no chão.
Composição: Kris Kristofferson