The Ballad of Norman Seaver

uplifiting melody, upbeat tempo, male voice, ballad, guittar, percussion

(Verse 1)
Born in seventeen thirty-four, by Landham Brook he grew,
A farmer's son with carpenter hands and eyes of honest blue,
His father laid the brick and stone in old colonial days,
But Norman found his calling in the timber's grain and ways.

(Verse 2)
At twenty-one he took a bride, sweet Sarah was her name,
And thirteen children blessed their house through fortune, want, and fame,
They moved from town to town to find the best land they could claim,
In Shrewsbury they prospered well, then Westminster became.

(Chorus)
Oh, Norman Seaver, working man, with sawdust in your hair,
You built your life with your own two hands and answered freedom's prayer,
From Sudbury to Westminster, through war and peace you'd roam,
A patriot, a carpenter, who made this land your home.

(Verse 3)
When liberty bells rang out loud on that April day,
He kissed his wife and children dear and marched to join the fray,
A sergeant first, then ensign next, lieutenant by the end,
Nine months in Rhode Island cold, his country to defend.

(Verse 4)
He came back home when war was won to build instead of fight,
The meetinghouse was his last work, he meant to build it right,
But on a summer morning when the frame was raised up high,
The timbers failed, brave Norman fell beneath the July sky.

(Bridge)
Fifty-three years upon this earth,
He measured out his humble worth,
Not in silver, not in gold,
But in the stories that are told—
Of honest work and family,
Of fighting to be free,
Of building things to last beyond
The man, the myth, the bond.

(Final Chorus)
Oh, Norman Seaver, rest in peace, your work on earth is done,
Your children carry on your name beneath the morning sun,
From Sudbury to Westminster, you built more than a home—
You built a legacy of love in timber, blood, and bone.

(Outro) 
In Woodside Cemetery he lies, beneath the summer grass,
A flag waves by his weathered stone for all the years that pass,
And if you listen close enough on quiet evenings there,
You'll hear the echo of his saw, his hammer in the air...

(Fade out)
The carpenter, the soldier, the father, and the man,
Who built his life with honest work and freedom's sacred plan,
Oh, Norman Seaver... Norman Seaver...
Your memory will stand.

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The Ballad of Norman Seaver (Verse 1) Born in seventeen thirty-four, by Landham Brook he grew, A farmer's son with carpenter hands and eyes of honest blue, His father laid the brick and stone in old colonial days, But Norman found his calling in the timber's grain and ways. (Verse 2) At twenty-one he took a bride, sweet Sarah was her name, And thirteen children blessed their house through fortune, want, and fame, They moved from town to town to find the best land they could claim, In Shrewsbury they prospered well, then Westminster became. (Chorus) Oh, Norman Seaver, working man, with sawdust in your hair, You built your life with your own two hands and answered freedom's prayer, From Sudbury to Westminster, through war and peace you'd roam, A patriot, a carpenter, who made this land your home. (Verse 3) When liberty bells rang out loud on that April day, He kissed his wife and children dear and marched to join the fray, A sergeant first, then ensign next, lieutenant by the end, Nine months in Rhode Island cold, his country to defend. (Chorus) Oh, Norman Seaver, working man, with sawdust in your hair, You built your life with your own two hands and answered freedom's prayer, From Sudbury to Westminster, through war and peace you'd roam, A patriot, a carpenter, who made this land your home. (Verse 4) He came back home when war was won to build instead of fight, The meetinghouse was his last work, he meant to build it right, But on a summer morning when the frame was raised up high, The timbers failed, brave Norman fell beneath the July sky. (Bridge) Fifty-three years upon this earth, He measured out his humble worth, Not in silver, not in gold, But in the stories that are told— Of honest work and family, Of fighting to be free, Of building things to last beyond The man, the myth, the bond. (Final Chorus) Oh, Norman Seaver, rest in peace, your work on earth is done, Your children carry on your name beneath the morning sun, From Sudbury to Westminster, you built more than a home— You built a legacy of love in timber, blood, and bone. (Outro) In Woodside Cemetery he lies, beneath the summer grass, A flag waves by his weathered stone for all the years that pass, And if you listen close enough on quiet evenings there, You'll hear the echo of his saw, his hammer in the air... (Fade out) The carpenter, the soldier, the father, and the man, Who built his life with honest work and freedom's sacred plan, Oh, Norman Seaver... Norman Seaver... Your memory will stand.

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