In the west country where the shadows grow long
Lies an old estate once proud and strong
Lord Edward Rawley with a heavy heart
Watches the decay as the years depart
The grand halls are empty the laughter has died
In the east wing he lives where memories hide
The roof it needs mending the gardens are wild
A legacy crumbles once noble once styled
Echoes of the past whisper through the halls
Once a place of grandeur now the silence calls
An inheritance of debt a name that binds
Lord Rawley mourns the life left behind
He dreams of a life with books on a shelf
A simple bookstore to lose oneself
A librarian's peace a simpler plan
Far from the burdens of an earl's demand
The walls they remember the glory days
Now they stand witness to the ending phase
Auctioneer's gavel will soon take its toll
Piece by piece the house will roll
Echoes of the past whisper through the halls
Once a place of grandeur now the silence calls
An inheritance of debt a name that binds
Lord Rawley mourns the life left behind
With every corner sold a piece of him fades
The legacy's burden in shadows it wades
He wishes for freedom from the chains of old
In the ruins of history stories untold
So here stands Lord Rawley in twilight's embrace
Watching the end of his family's place
Echoes of the past linger in the air
A noble heart lost in despair
Echoes of the past whisper through the halls
Once a place of grandeur now the silence calls
An inheritance of debt a name that binds
Lord Rawley mourns the life left behind