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