SARAH'S CENTURY (Verse 1) In Woodbridge town, where freedom’s light was new, Sarah Cutter born in seventeen-eighty-five. Eighth child of Stephen and Tabitha’s line, In a bustling home, where love and labor twine. The Revolution’s echo still hung in the air, A nation rising, she grew strong and fair. With siblings plenty, she learned to stand tall, Her heart a beacon for family, for all. (Verse 2) At nineteen, she wed William, a shoemaker true, In Woodbridge’s heart, their love only grew. Eleven children, their legacy sown, From Joseph to Elsie, their names brightly shone. Through Newton’s lanes, where they built their home, William’s craft kept the family’s hope sewn. Each child a story, each life a new thread, Sarah’s love the loom where their dreams were led. (Chorus) Oh, Sarah Knapp, your life’s a song of grace, Through a century’s trials, you found your place. From Jersey’s fields to the westward call, Your love and strength still echo through it all. (Verse 3) The years brought loss, as years often do, William passed on in eighteen-fifty-six. Yet Sarah stood firm, a widow at seventy years, Her heart held steady through joy and through tears. To Manning’s hearth, her lawyer son’s care, She found her refuge, her family there. In Hackensack’s glow, her final days spent, Surrounded by love, her spirit unbent. (Chorus) Oh, Sarah Knapp, your life’s a song of grace, Through a century’s trials, you found your place. From Jersey’s fields to the westward call, Your love and strength still echo through it all. (Bridge) From Washington’s time to the Civil War’s end, She saw a nation break and mend. Through canals and dreams, her children did roam, To Indiana, Illinois, they found a new home. Her gravestone whispers in Newton’s old ground, A life well-lived, where love was found. (Verse 4) Ninety-two years, her story complete, In eighteen-seventy-eight, her heart ceased to beat. Beside her William, in earth’s gentle keep, Sarah’s legacy lives, in memories deep. Her children, her grandchildren, carried her name, Across the wide frontier, her light still a flame. A woman of courage, of family, of might, Sarah’s song shines through history’s night. (Chorus) Oh, Sarah Knapp, your life’s a song of grace, Through a century’s trials, you found your place. From Jersey’s fields to the westward call, Your love and strength still echo through it all. (Outro) Oh, Sarah, your heart still sings in the wind, A mother, a guide, where love has no end. In the fields of New Jersey, your story’s retold, Sarah Cutter Knapp, forever bold.
