Seventy years ago, my father's mother's father Led the clan of Nicholson He and my great grandmother had four lovely daughters And a strong and honest son And they traveled Arkansas and Oklahoma Building arbors made of vine And the people of the town would come at sundown Some to scoff and some to see what they would find And the sisters dressed in white And the family sang and prayed into the night And they rode in a covered wagon As they walked in holiness And they lived and preached the power And forgiveness of the Lord Seventy years ago Seventy years ago, there wasn't much in preaching But it never slowed them down They loved the truth and all the hearts that He was reaching And their eyes were on the crown So they traveled Arkansas and Oklahoma With a burning in their souls And it drove them to their knees and to the next town For the sake of a wealth they could not hold And the sisters dressed in white And the people sang and prayed into the night And they rode in a covered wagon As they walked in holiness And they lived and preached the power And forgiveness of the Lord Seventy years ago Sometimes I feel like a pale reflection Living in the blessing they pa**ed down Some of whom have held me Some never knew my name But the secret has been found And I want to give this to my children And when I am very old I hope there still will be a story worth the telling Of seventy years ago And they rode in a covered wagon As they walked in holiness And they lived and preached the power And forgiveness of the Lord Seventy years ago Seventy years ago Seventy years ago, my father's mother's father