Water From Another Time
John MccutcheonVersion1
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New mown hay on a July morn
Grandkids running through the knee-high corn
Sunburned nose and a scabbed-up knee
From a rope on the white oak 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
It don't take much, but you gotta have some
The old ways help the 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 Grandma said
Her mama's nightgown, her grandpa's pants
And the dress she wore to her high school 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
Newborn cry in the morning air
The past & future are wedded there
This wellspring of my sons and daughters:
The bone and blood of living 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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Readable chord sheet for Water From Another Time by John Mccutcheon
[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 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] [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]