| 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's 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, no oh woah | |
| 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 | |
| Woah ho woah ho | |
| She saw the smile | |
| As she tucked me in | |
| Then she pulled up that | |
| Old rockin' chair once again | |
| But tonight she was | |
| Slightly, remarkably | |
| Different somehow | |
| Slowly she rocked | |
| Lookin' half asleep | |
| Grandma yawned | |
| As she stretched | |
| Then she started to speak | |
| What she told me | |
| Would mould me and holds me | |
| Together inside | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| 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 are all | |
| Moons in the dark of night | |
| Ain't no mornings gonna come | |
| Till the time is right | |
| Can't get no better days lest | |
| You make it through the night | |
| You gotta make it | |
| Through the night | |
| Yes you do | |
| You can't get to no | |
| Better days | |
| Unless you make it | |
| Through the night (baby) | |
| Oh ho, you will see | |
| Those better days | |
| But you gotta be patient | |
| Be patient, oh baby | |
| Be patient | |
| Later that year at | |
| The turn of spring | |
| Heaven sent angels down | |
| And gave Grandma her wings | |
| Now, she's flyin' | |
| And slidin', and glidin' | |
| In better days | |
| And although | |
| I'm all grown up | |
| I still get confused | |
| I stumble through the dark | |
| Getting bumped and bruised | |
| When night gets in my way | |
| I could still hear | |
| My Grandma say | |
| I can hear her say | |
| I can hear her sayin' | |
| You can't get to no | |
| Better days | |
| Unless you make it | |
| Through the night (baby) | |
| Oh ho, you will see | |
| Those better days | |
| But you gotta be patient | |
| Child, do you hear me, yeah | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| You can't get to no, no | |
| Better days | |
| Unless you make it | |
| You got to make it | |
| You got to make it | |
| Through the night | |
| Oh Grandma, oh Grandma | |
| Do you see me now, lady | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| Tender replies |
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