Saxer Avenue

John Saxer written ever in history
John Saxer had an avenue named after he

The frontier began a stone's throw from City Hall
Ben Franklin hunted game in Delco in the fall
John Saxer son of a man of old world pride
The Wanamakers introduced him to his bride
John Saxer knew one day he'd be on the Western Trail
And down the Mississippi he would sail
He prepared for his trip a stone's throw from City Line
From his modest ranch in the Springfield pines
John Saxer written ever in history
John Saxer had an avenue named after he

The weather would turn and send a year into the wind
There were no thoughts of leaving when the fever came in
Lost a son and daughter and some next of kin
He was forever heading out next spring
Never could stop what the winter would bring
John Saxer found himself here every fall
Lived to get mail from a grandson in Utah

John Saxer written ever in history
John Saxer had an avenue named after he

He was an elder statesman of the town
Springfield's treasure of a great local renown
John Saxer died and as thing tend to do
They named his family's road Saxer Avenue

John Saxer the road will always do what it does
John Saxer his road ends where his heart always was
John Saxer written ever in history
John Saxer had an avenue named after he

I grew up in a Springfield subdivision
Waved a flag at the Bicentennial parade
From Central School I bought baseball cards
On Saxer's business promenade
Got married at the church at Saxer's northern end
Moved out of Springfield and never went back again