A                  D 
Mary Chilton never knew 
Bm             E 
What the salty winds would do, 
A             
When she stepped aboard 
D 
And sailed away, 
Bm           E 
On that 1620 Autumn day. 
D           Bm 
At Plymouth Rock 
            A              E    
She was the first to touch dry ground. 
    D             Bm 
But she became an orphan when, 
A                       E    
The winter came and the tears fell down, 
A                 D              E 
But she grew, and married a good man. 
         A       E       D           
And they had eleven children, 
          Bm            E         A           D    
Who could never understand what she'd been through. 
          A           D            Bm 
But they knew, that a girl of just thirteen, 
        A   E   D 
Crossed one big ocean, 
         Bm             E 
And that she grew up to be, 
A   E    D 
One good woman. 


Verse 2:
 
A                  D 
Polly Angel didn't know 
         Bm                  E 
What the hands of time would show 
A                    
When she dressed in white 
D 
And said "I do" 
       Bm         E 
In the fall of 1832. 
D              Bm    
Her life would change that very 
A           E 
Year forevermore. 
D                   Bm                    
When they heard the message of two 
A                  E  
Strangers at their door 
            A 
They headed West 
   D                E 
An Polly had six children 
    Bm           E 
But only two survived 
               Bm           E 
And they could never understand  
      A            D 
What she'd been through 
         A             D             Bm 
But they knew, that a woman of great faith, 
        A    E     D 
Crossed one big country. 
         Bm               E 
And that they were being raised, 
   A   E     D 
By One Good Woman. 

D 
There they are, 
A                          D 
Written in the spaces of a family tree, 
E                Bm      A 
Til it all comes down to me. 


Verse 3:

I know that I can never say, 

That I'm the only one who's prayed 

For pain to end or love to last 

Or for time to not go by so fast. 

But it will fly and in 

A hundred years from now, 

Will there ever be someone, 

Who reads my name and wonders 

If I laughed, or if I believed in Jesus, 

Or if my heart was broken. 

They may never understand what I go through, 

But I will live, the best that I know how 

For one big lifetime 

It's not too much to ask 

Of one good woman.