When History Was Now

When History Was Now

Our daddy had a restless soul

Like many men before,

So we headed west to Oregon

In eighteen forty-four,

We set out for the setting sun

So sure we would prevail,

But buried him and mommy on

That Godforsaken trail.

Now we're called the Sager orphans

If we're mentioned anymore,

As you memorize the names and dates

Of things that went before,

But you can feel our spirit

If your mind will just allow,

And join us in the mist of time

When history was now.

Our daddy was the first to go

The fever took his life,

Then the angels followed down the trail

To take his loving wife,

But all aboard our wagon train

Sent tearful prayers above,

And helped us face the future

While surrounding us with love.

When at last we reached that western land

A family mom had known,

Just spread their arms and welcomed us

Inside their hearts and home.

We were called the Sager orphans

When the Old West still was new,

And we lived our lives and dreamed our dreams

Just like I'm sure you do,

And you can feel our spirit

If your mind will just allow,

And join us in the mist of time

When history was now.

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com