Sing
Rebekah, Sing Rebekah, sing Nancy’s daughter
You’ll
never walk those streets of pain your mother walked when on the
Game
Sing
Rebekah, Sing Rebekah, sing Nancy’s daughter
For
your music it will take away the pain
-oOo-
Now
Nancy had a secret she kept close to her heart
A
little girl with jet black curls she couldn’t bear to be apart
The
father was a noble man his wife she couldn’t know
He
had no love for Nancy – for his daughter love would grow
-oOo-
Though
Nancy’s life got harder and trade was hard to find
The
father he would visit and sovereigns would leave behind
And
Nancy didn’t take the gold for fine clothes or for gin
She
spent it on Rebekah and Rebekah she would sing
-oOo-
Rebekah
she grew older she learned to sing and read
She’d
sing her songs to noble folk their offerings she’d use to feed
Herself
and her poor mother, the years had not been kind
Rebekah
she was beautiful but Nancy’s youth was far behind
Sing
Rebekah ………
-oOo-
Then
one day she was summoned to sing before the queen
At a
banquet held in Rockingham such finery she’d never seen
The
king looked on in silence this beauty he well knew
The
jet black curls that framed his face described the only clue
