Bicker Fable

Bess and Becca, Rebecca and Bess Once upon a time There once were two women Who fought and they bickered Up on the hill or behind that grey wall And the whole village knew by the way the wind blew Of the fury, the powerful squall One woman stronger, the other one faster One women more clever, the other more wise They carried on, so with vigor and passion And this way the years went by Bess and Becca, Rebecca and Bess Once upon a time 'Till one day with regret Becca killed Bess One fit of terrible rage Shocked and grieving she buried her There in the garden And a tree grew up from the grave And fast, it grew taller and stronger And the silence surrounding the village grew thicker Becca alone, Becca alone Once upon a time There once was woman Who came to spend time Reading and crying and passing the days At the base of the tree that curved as it grew The tree that curved up from the grave But the tree was cut down And milled in the town And Becca was crushed by the weight of the wood And wood disappeared Until year later found By a luthier skillful and good So supple and sweet Were the curve in the grain And hands were compelled to carve it that way And the instrument grew from the memory And a cello was drawn in to play And the elders looked up from their days And the silence surrounding the village was broke There was this song, once there still is this song The women are singing Do you hear?