Chords
New 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 an
other 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
CHORUS:
It
don’t take
much, but you [G/B]gotta have so
me
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS