John McCutcheon - Water from another time

^FNew mown ^Chay on a ^GJuly ^Cmorn ^FGrandkids running through the ^F/Aknee-high ^Ccorn ^GSunburned nose and a ^Cscabbed-up ^Fknee From a ^Crope on the white oak ^G/Btree Just an^Gother summer's day at ^CGrandpa's ^Ffarm With ^CGrandma's bucket hanging ^Foff my arm You know, the ^Fold pump's rusty but it ^Cworks fine Primed with ^Gwater from another ^Ctime

It ^Fdon't take ^Cmuch, but you ^G/Bgotta have so^Cme The ^Fold ways help the ^F/Anew ways ^Ccome Just ^Gleave a little extra for the ^Cnext in ^Fline They're gonna ^Fneed a little ^Cwater from ^Ganother time^C

^FTattered ^Cquilt on the ^Ggoose-down ^Cbed "E^Fvery stitch tells a story,^F/A" m^Cy Grandma said Her ^Gmama's nightgown, her ^Cgrandpa's ^Fpants And the ^Cdress she wore to her high school ^G/Bdance Now ^Gwrapped at night in its ^Cpatchwork ^Fscenes I ^Cwaltz with Grandma in my ^Fdreams My ^Farms, my heart, my ^Clife entwined With ^Gwater from another time^C

^FNewborn ^Ccry in the ^G/Bmorning ^Cair The ^Fpast & future ^F/Aare wed^Cded there This ^Gwellspring of my ^Csons and ^Fdaughters: The ^Cbone and blood of living ^G/Bwaters And, though ^GGrandpa's hand have ^Cgone to ^Fdust, Like ^CGrandma's pump: ^Freduced to rust, Their ^Fstories quench my ^Csoul and mind Like ^Gwater from another time^C