AMY’S LIGHT (Verse 1) In South Kingstown, a March morn bright, Seventeen ninety-eight, a guiding light. Amy Champlin, born to Joseph and Nancy's hand, A seventh child, in a growing band. With siblings twelve, her early days flew by, Beneath Rhode Island's vast and open sky. (Verse 2) In Exeter's church, the waters pure, Baptized in faith, her soul secure. There Jonathan Oatley, her love, she met, A bond of hearts, a course was set. They married young, in eighteen thirteen's spring, And soon, fourteen children, joy they'd bring. (Chorus) Oh, Amy, Amy, a life so grand, From Kingstown's shores to Killingly's land. A mother's love, a spirit true, In every step, her faith shone through. Her legacy lives, a story told, More precious than silver, more lasting than gold. (Verse 3) From Kingstown's fields, a journey they made, To Killingly's promise, unafraid. A pastor's wife, through trials and grace, Facing challenges with a steadfast face. Though fellowship was tested, strong they stood, Restored to grace, as good souls should. (Bridge) Her will she penned, for children dear, Her love poured out, for all to hear. A house, a barn, a quarter acre wide, Her memory cherished, deep inside. From family records, her story we trace, A beloved ancestor, time cannot erase. (Verse 4) The records show her, strong and kind, A housekeeper, with a loving mind. Through eighteen and sixty-five, her journey ran, In Killingly she rested, part of God's plan. Though her gravestone whispers, unreadable now, Her spirit's echo, we somehow endow. (Chorus) Oh, Amy, Amy, a life so grand, From Kingstown's shores to Killingly's land. A mother's love, a spirit true, In every step, her faith shone through. Her legacy lives, a story told, More precious than silver, more lasting than gold. (Outro) Amy, Amy, your memory we keep, In every heart, your love runs deep. A life well-lived, a gentle soul, You made our family history whole.
