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: