Written by Gertrude Rock McFarlane
(Father-Jacob Nephi Rock, Grandfather-Valentine Rock, Grandmother-Harriet Smith Rock)
My Father was a Pioneer
Who crossed the prairies wildWho stood the hardships of that trip
When he was just a child
and cruel Indians too,
Their nights were spent in anguish
Not knowing what to do
But the Lord came to their rescue
And they got here safe and soundA peaceful place among the hills
These faithful people found
To Farmington they soon were sent
To help build up the townWith teams and wagons there they went
Nothing could get them down
Grandfather was a rock mason,
An expert in his lineHe build the "Old Rock Church" up there
That stands the wear of time
And many houses dot the hills
Along the country side,Which stand today as monuments
That fill our hearts with pride.
As they were making ready
To Dixie land to goDeath took this noble man away
For reasons we don't know
He left his wife and children five
to do the best they couldSo Grandma, dear, she braced right up
And earned their livelihood
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