The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts - Rebecca Wild lyrics
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Gathered by the riverside The current pulls one hundred years each way Saving souls and singing songs They beg and smile, but murder just the same Watch me slip into the trees Breaking brush past darkness and the cold Gray crosses mark the ridge Reached her grave and fell down in the snow That's when I dreamed that I was Rebecca Wild That's when I dreamed who she was Who she was Rebecca stood in the Union hall Said: "Your hands are weak from holding on too strong" That was the lost night she ever spoke A company man, he drove her off the road That's when I dreamed that I was Rebecca Wild That's when I dreamed who she was Who she was That's when I dreamed that I was Rebecca Wild That's when I dreamed who she was Last night I dreamed that I was Rebecca Wild Last night I dreamed who she was Rebecca Wild