Silver gray hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes, she'd seen it all
I was a child, oh about three or four
All day I'd ask questions at night I'd ask more
But whenever, she never, would ever turn me away. No oh.
I'd say how can I be sure what is right or wrong
And why does what I want always take so long
Please tell me where does God live and why won't He talk to me
I'd say, grandma what is love will I ever find out?
Why are we so poor, what is life about
I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep. Oooh oh
Verse two
She sort of smiled as she tucked me in,
Then she pulled up that old rocking chair once again.
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably, different somehow
Slowly she rocked, looking half asleep
Grandma yawned as she streched then she started to speak
What she told me, would mould me, and holds me together inside
She said all the things you ask you will know someday,
But you have got to live in a patient way God put us here by fate
And by fate that means better days
She said, child we all moons in the dark of night
Ain't no morning gonna come 'til the time is right
Can't get to better days lest you make it through the night
You gotta make it through the night, yes you do.
Bridge
You can't get to no better days,
Unless you make it through the night.
Oh, you will see those better days
Be pa - tient, be pa - tient, oh baby, be patient
Verse three
Later that year, at the turn of spring,
Heaven sent angels down and gave grandma her wings.
Now she's flying, and sliding, and gliding in better days
And although I'm all grown up, I still get confused.
I stumble through the dark, getting bumped and bruised,
When the night gets in my way, I could still hear my grandma say
I can hear her say. I can hear her say
Coda
You can't get to no better days
Unless you make it through the night baby
Oh, you will see those better days,
But you gotta be patient child, do you hear me yeah, well, well, well well well
You can't get to no better days
Unless you make it, you got to make it, you got to make it
You got to make it through the night yeah
Oh grandma, oh grandma
Do you see me now lady oh oh oh
She used to sit me on her knee, she used to comb my hair
She used to tell me stories (fade out)