Richman's Threads Of Time Verse 1: Born in Hilperton in seventeen eighty-eight Son of John and Mary in Wiltshire's countryside Hands that would learn to weave and create A simple man with nothing to hide In a changing England, he found his way Working the loom as the years went by Verse 2: In eighteen eleven, he took Ann as his bride Made their mark with X's, side by side Eight children came as the years rolled on Some stayed briefly, others lived long Elizabeth, Sarah, John and Ann by name James, Thomas, and two Marys came Chorus: Through the threads of time, his story weaves A tapestry of life in Wiltshire's fields John Richman's legacy never leaves In our family tree, his spirit never yields The threads of time, they bind us still To Hilperton's son on that English hill Verse 3: From weaver to coal hauler, his hands stayed strong As factories rose, the old ways gone Victoria took the throne, the world anew But John kept working, steadfast and true A butcher's trade in his later days Providing for family in countless ways. Chorus: Through the threads of time, his story weaves A tapestry of life in Wiltshire's fields John Richman's legacy never leaves In our family tree, his spirit never yields The threads of time, they bind us still To Hilperton's son on that English hill Verse 4: White-haired in his Wiltshire smock Top hat saved for Sundays at the church clock In that rare photograph, his eyes still shine A glimpse of our past frozen in time A widower's life in his final years With Rosa beside him, through joys and tears Bridge: And though he never left his Wiltshire home His blood runs through veins across the foam From England's shores to distant lands The work of John Richman's weathered hands Lives on in us, though years have flown His strength and spirit, we've always known Chorus: Through the threads of time, his story weaves A tapestry of life in Wiltshire's fields John Richman's legacy never leaves In our family tree, his spirit never yields The threads of time, they bind us still To Hilperton's son on that English hill Outro: Laid to rest in St. Michael's ground In eighteen sixty-seven, his peace was found But in our hearts, John Richman stays A common man of uncommon ways The threads he wove through life's design Connect us still... across all time
