The Castle

Far from peasant strife and hassle,
On the hill, there stands a castle.

What great lord did there reside,
And the lady by his side?

In the castle on the hill,
Stern, foreboding, stands there still.

To inhabit this great castle
Did they win a bloody battle?

Or by marriage did they pact
To share in peace this noble tract?

But the castle on the hill,
As a beacon, stands there still.

Was it true, nobless oblige,
Speak to me, thy faithful liege.

Now the weeds have taken o'er
The tower and the gilded door.

Yet the castle on the hill,
‘Though a relic, stands there still.

Many travelers will say
As they pass along this way;

"Who I wonder, filled the hall,
'Fore the weeds did grow so tall."

And the castle on the hill,
In silent glory, stands there still.