Elizabeth's Light Verse 1 On Cape Cod’s shore where the wild winds blow, Elizabeth Dill was born to grow. A child of six when her mama passed, She learned to stand through a childhood vast. With a teacher’s heart, she left her home, To Dedham’s call, where her dreams would roam. Her steady hand taught the young to read, Planting hope like a tender seed. Verse 2 At thirty years, she found her faith, In St. Paul’s grace, she claimed her place. Baptized and bound to a higher call, With Lucretia’s name, she’d recall it all. Then love arrived, though late in bloom, Alpheus Smith lit up her room. Two children came, her heart’s delight, Lucretia and James in the morning light. Chorus Oh, Elizabeth, your light still shines, Through the years and the family lines. Strong and brave, you carved your way, Your spirit lives in the world today. Verse 3 But sorrow struck when her love was gone, A widow’s load, she carried on. With children young, she faced the storm, Her courage fierce, her heart still warm. In Medfield’s fields, she made her stand, Sold land for cash with a steady hand. With kin and friends, she built anew, A home where love and laughter grew. Chorus Oh, Elizabeth, your light still shines, Through the years and the family lines. Strong and brave, you carved your way, Your spirit lives in the world today. Bridge From the War of Twelve to the Civil fight, She saw the stars through the darkest night. Her legacy runs like a river wide, Through children’s children, her love abides. Verse 4 Through wars and change, she watched time turn, From horse to rail, the world did learn. Her life spanned far, from hope to strife, A nation forged through her steadfast life. In Leominster’s arms, her days did close, A stroke took her breath, but her soul arose. In Vine Lake’s rest, her name’s engraved, A woman bold, whose heart was saved. Chorus Oh, Elizabeth, your light still shines, Through the years and the family lines. Strong and brave, you carved your way, Your spirit lives in the world today. Outro Elizabeth Horton, Dill and Smith, Your story’s more than a fleeting myth. In every heart that your tale inspires, You’re still alive in the endless fires. Oh, Elizabeth, forever you’ll stay, Guiding us on through the break of day.
