ChordsNew mown hay on a July morn
Grandkids running through the [F/A]knee-high corn
Sunburned nose and a scabbed-up knee
From a rope on the white oak [G/B]tree
Just another summer’s day at Grandpa’s farm
With Grandma’s bucket hanging off my arm
You know, the old pump’s rusty but it works fine
Primed with water from another time
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It don’t take much, but you [G/B]gotta have some
The old ways help the [F/A]new ways come
Just leave a little extra for the next in line
They’re gonna need a little water from another time
Tattered quilt on the goose-down bed
“Every stitch tells a story,” my [F/A]Grandma said
Her mama’s nightgown, her grandpa’s pants
And the dress she wore to her high school [G/B]dance
Now wrapped at night in its patchwork scenes
I waltz with Grandma in my dreams
My arms, my heart, my life entwined
With water from another time
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Newborn cry in the [G/B]morning air
The past & future are [F/A]wedded there
This wellspring of my sons and daughters:
The bone and blood of living [G/B]waters
And, though Grandpa’s hand have gone to dust,
Like Grandma’s pump: reduced to rust,
Their stories quench my soul and mind
Like water from another time
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