Walkabouts Rebecca Wild
Gathered by the riverside the current pulls 100 years each way savin' souls and singin' songs They beg and smile, but murder just the same watch me slip into the trees breakin' 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 holdin' 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
