Verse 1 Born in Westminster town, seventeen ninety-one Martha and Benjamin's son, a new life begun On Massachusetts soil he grew, strong and tall November winds blew cold, when they heard his first call Verse 2 He answered duty's call in eighteen and twelve Into war with the British, young Benjamin delved Captain Rice's company, standing brave and true Returned to his homeland when fighting was through Chorus Benjamin Seaver, a farmer's tale Thirty-three years, too short to prevail But seeds that he planted still grow to this day Though his time was brief, his legacy stays Verse 3 Took Abigail Gates to be his bride Four children blessed them, standing side by side With plow and deed, he built their tomorrow Not knowing fate would soon bring such sorrow Chorus Benjamin Seaver, a farmer's tale Thirty-three years, too short to prevail But seeds that he planted still grow to this day Though his time was brief, his legacy stays Verse 4 Land changed hands as he worked the soil Building a future through honest toil From father to son, the acres passed down A yeoman's life in that small New England town Bridge In Whitmanville Cemetery, a stone marks the ground Where a husband and father too early was found Abigail carried on, with children to raise While Benjamin's memory faded with days But blood runs strong through the Seaver line His son Isaac's children, branching through time Chorus Benjamin Seaver, a farmer's tale Thirty-three years, too short to prevail But seeds that he planted still grow to this day Though his time was brief, his legacy stays Outro Two centuries gone, his story retold In documents yellowed and memories old Benjamin Seaver, remember the name A life not measured by years, but by flame
