Water from Another Time

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 those 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 morning air The past and the future are wedded there In this wellspring of my sons and daughters The bone and blood of living water And, though Grandpa's hands have gone to dust, Like Grandma's pump; reduced to rust, Their stories quench my soul and mind Like water from another time (Chorus) (Chorus) (c) 1985 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP) --submitted by Claire Knudsen