What could she be pondering Reaching through her icy kingdom Reaching out to take me by the hand Sad Rebecca said that she Would always be there just for me The crags below were beckoning like she planned I suppose I was the lucky one Returning like a wayward son To Manderley, I'd never be the same In empty halls we drank a toast In sheets of rain I saw her ghost And listened to the sea call out her name I will be there for you I will be there for you Sad Rebecca said that she Would always be there just for me My Rebecca, I will be there, too (There for you)