Rebecca’s Lament

The last time I saw him he'd been swallowed by the wood
I'd have followed if I could, he'd have stayed had he wanted
Had he the desire, or had he the will
I would be with him still, but instead he just haunts me
I knew when he faded I'd ne'er see him again
His laughter's embrace would no more me surround
The chill that went through me is the chilled wind that blows
Through the soft midnight stillness of Chilicote town

The smеll of the blanket he wrappеd 'round my shoulders
Comes back to me now on a faint wisp of smoke
Comes back with a vengeance that makes me remember
Those nights 'round the fire, when fond words we spoke
That blanket was woven in some shattered village
That is gone now forever, may never be found
His people are scattered, their fondest hopes dashed
He'd have been better off here in Chilicote town

I knew from the start just where he stood
About his intentions, there was no mistake
To stay meant his dream, so dear to his heart
Was the one thing he knew he must somehow forsake
He just couldn't see that the old ways were passing
A new wave was rising and he would be drowned
And like it or not, the history's written
Not in the forest, but in Chilicote town

There's sadness in parting from what we hold dear
There's a danger in staying for fear we'll be lost
One half of us wishes to live out our dreams
The other half reckons and counts out the cost
Thought we may go on to a far greater glory
By knowing where destiny is sure to be found
I wish him no ill, though I wish him no fame
Than such fame as he'd find here in Chilicote town

The last time I saw him he'd been swallowed by the wood
I'd have followed if I could, he'd have stayed had he wanted