Born on the prairie, south of Presho town, A farmer's daughter with her roots in the ground, She grew up strong where the wide skies sing, And carried that grace through everything. She was the glue that held them all, A warm light burning through the seasons' call, Quilts and gardens, faith and prayer, A home that made you glad you were there. She married her neighbor, built a life with care, Five children growing in the South Dakota air, Those years on the farm — she'd say they were best, A heart full of love, and she gave it the rest. (Chorus) I still see you all on those front steps in the snow, Presho's winter morning, that cold Christmas glow — A picture worth keeping, a family worth knowing, A love that kept giving, kept warming, kept growing. She sewed and she planted, she served and she prayed, The Merchant's Park blooming from the seeds that she laid, And when her Lord called her, she was ready to go — Ninety-five years of light, still a warm, steady glow. (Chorus)
