Ode to Daniel
Years ago there was a man
He walked up to me and stuck out his hand
He smiled and said, Hello Cousin!
I said, What do you mean?
He explained to me that he had a book
He invited me in to come and take a look
Contained within was my ancestry
He was related to me
The pages were worn, the binding was cracked
He loaned it to me, I promised to bring it back
It told of a man named Daniel Currie Hill
Born and raised in Scotland with an iron will
Who is this man?
Eyes so intense
Such determination
All the energy spent
I will never understand your pain and sacrifice for me
Oh Daniel, Daniel this is my Ode to Thee
Well, he struggled and scraped, the family was poor
So, they boarded a ship bound for Canadian shores
Worked the land for years with toil and sweat
But it was hard and barren, so his course was set
He headed down south and joined the church along the way
The Rocky Mountains held a place that he would stay
The soil was rich there in old Wellsville
Danny rolled up his sleeves and built their first Grist Mill
The family prospered, the Mill was a success
Had the title of Mayor slapped across his chest
Met a tragic end, trampled by a stampede
Now this old, worn tombstone means something to me
Who is this man?
Eyes so intense
Such determination
All the energy spent
Who is this man?
Eyes so intense
With such determination
All the energy spent
I will never understand your pain and sacrifice for me
Oh Daniel, Daniel this is my Ode to Thee