Better Days

Intro: Verse one 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)