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BETTER DAYS
dianne reeves

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, abouot 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 woh 

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 
Woh hoh woh hoh 

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 mold me, and hold 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 'til 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 hoh, 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 snet 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 hoh, 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... 




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