Rebecca Demis Roussos

Rebecca, breathe me the old song
It makes me feel right in a world so wrong
Rebecca, breathe me the old land
With pentacles cakes in our hand

Rebecca, help me to your star
It shines right away, where ever you are
Rebecca, let your mind no more
Over such darkening your door

Rebecca, back in our school days
We would play in separate yards
And then deep in the same haze
We wrestled with faceless guards

Oh Rebecca, oh Rebecca, oh-oh-oh Rebecca
Rebecca, breathe me the old song
It makes me feel right in a world so wrong
Rebecca, breathe me then your land
Hold you as I touch your hand...

So please be back, so please be back..
Back into the dreams I had behind
Up on wise..
Back in to the dream I had the same