Verse 1 In seventeen-ninety-seven, winter’s chill, A girl was born on Gardner’s hill, Sixth of fifteen, a family wide, In a nation young, with hope as guide. Through revolution’s echo, her roots were sown, A New England heart, in frost and stone. Verse 2 At twenty years, she took a vow, Benjamin’s bride, the time was now, Four children came, their voices rang, While westward dreams through valleys sang. But fate turned dark in twenty-five, A husband gone, yet she’d survive. Chorus Oh, Abigail, you wove your thread, Through love and loss, where courage led, A widow’s strength, a mother’s care, Your story lingers in the air. Verse 3 With iron will, she claimed her right, Guard of her babes in legal fight, Seven years on, a widow’s stand, Till Isaac came with steady hand. Two more sons, a blended kin, Through Jackson’s days, she’d start again. Chorus Oh, Abigail, you wove your thread, Through love and loss, where courage led, A widow’s strength, a mother’s care, Your story lingers in the air. Verse 4 The war clouds broke, the nation bled, She held her home as years ahead, A grandchild’s laugh, a servant’s aid, Through sixty-seven, her mark was made. Cancer called, her thread unwind, In Whitmanville, her peace to find. Bridge From Washington to Lincoln’s reign, She saw the joy, she bore the pain, A farmer’s wife, a mother true, Her legacy in skies of blue, Through children west, her name lives on, A quiet strength till she was gone. Chorus Oh, Abigail, you wove your thread, Through love and loss, where courage led, A widow’s strength, a mother’s care, Your story lingers in the air. Outro Oh, Abigail, your tale’s been spun, From dawn of freedom to setting sun, In Westminster’s soil, your rest is sweet, A life complete, a life complete.
