Sarah’s sweater makes it all better / Sarah’s sweater of wool / Sarah’s sweater makes it all better / It’s a hard time, but we’re gonna pull, pull our way through
When Sarah’s first husband had left her alone / she decided that she would strike out on her own / In a drafty log cabin with little one Rin / the mornings were icy; the walls were so thin
Chopping wood in the morning, hauling food in a sled / working late by the fire once Rin was in bed
Yet Sarah’s sweater made it all better . . . .
When daughter had grown, Rin and Sarah were safe / No more need for that sweater, so then Sarah gave / its warmth to her friend Claire, who lived in a room /so cold and so tiny, to brighten the gloom
The landlord had said that he paid for the heat / but did not turn it on in the late Autumn freeze
So Sarah’s sweater made it all better . . . .
Several years later, Claire’s parked by the street / a touring musician, trying to make her ends meet / She can’t settle down, she can’t heat up her van / but she’s got Sarah’s sweater, the best in the land
The pandemic was on and the fear was so strong / Good thing Sarah’s sweater had lasted so long
It was long, it was wooley, patterned black, tan, and white / with hood and warm pockets to get through the night / It had memories filled up with tender warm care / like Sarah and Rin snuggled close in night air
And Sarah’s sweater makes it all better . . . .
I’m just another you pass on the street / I’m worn out and hungry and still kind of sweet / Let’s all work together til our glass is full / Remember dear Sarah’s big sweater of wool
Sarah’s sweater makes it all better / Sarah’s sweater of wool / Sarah’s sweater, to make us all better / It’s a hard time, but we’re gonna pull, pull our way through