The house I live in
Was built a long time ago
By two women who came here
Thought it was a good place to call home
I feel like I know them
When I'm wandering on the land when
The sun comes colored through windows
Made by hand
They left New England homes and came here to find
A way of life and freedom that they had been denied
The year was 1817 and through this spring the time
They knew their love would see them through
Their love they would not hide
Sarah, the farmer, the traveler
Patience, the teacher, the painter
Women of courage and power
Breaking ground
They left behind families
Where they'd been beaten and scorned
But their love was so beautiful
They knew they'd done no wrong
With proud hearts and steady hands
They set out on their own
Into the wild world they went
To find themselves a home
Sarah, the farmer, the traveler
Patience, the teacher, the painter
Women of courage and power
Breaking ground
The house I live in
Was built a long time ago
By two women who came here
Thought it was a good place to call home
I feel like I know them
When I'm wandering on the land when
The sun comes colored through windows
Made by hand