Rebecca, by Curtis Becraft, c. 2010 all rights reserved.

Rebecca, sweet angel, please be my wife
make me complete, bring love to my life
and I took her by the hand, and she took hold of my heart
and now we’re together even though we’re apart

there’s a place in the mountains where the waters begin
the air is so pure it plays on your skin
and I built the cabin but she built the home
on Sunday she left me alone

Lord you could take all my money from me
You could rob me blind so that I cannot see
and I’d be Your servant but I cannot pray
since you took my Rebecca away

and she bore a son and a daughter so fair
I still can remember the sun in their hair
and down by the river smoking cigars
fishing for pickerel and playing guitars

and he had a dream but it went unfulfilled
in the Middle East he was killed
she moved to the city and got a job at a bar
and headshots for people who want to be stars

Lord you could take all my money from me
You could rob me blind so that I cannot see
and I’d be Your servant but I cannot pray
since you took my Rebecca away

on Saturday night I kissed her goodbye
and I didn’t know it then and I’m still not sure why
I spoke to my daughter on the telephone
she said she was coming home

but home was Rebecca and now she ain’t here
the cabin remains but the heart’s disappeared
and time passes slowly until I move on
but I hope to find her when I’m gone

Lord you could take all my money from me
You could rob me blind so that I cannot see
and I’d be Your servant but I cannot pray
since you took my Rebecca away