Silver gray hair,
neatly combed in place
There were four generations
of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise,
past her eyes,
she had 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
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 want to know the answers
before I fall off to sleep.
Oh, she saw the smile
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'd writhe,
looking half asleep
Grandma yonder she stretched,
then she started to speak
What she told me would mold
me and hold me
Together it's time
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 faith
and by faith there'll be bet
ter days
She said child we all are wounds
in the dark of night
Ain't no morning gonna come
till the tide is right
Can't get to better days
unless 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
Oh, you will see
those better days
But you gotta be patient,
be patient,
oh baby,
be patient
Later that day,
at the tear of spring
Heaven sent angels down
and gave Grandma her wings
Now she's flyin' and
slidin' and glid in'
In the days
And al though 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 can still hear my grandma say
I can hear her say,
I can hear her say
You can't get to those bet
ter days
Unless you make it through the night,
baby
Oh, you'll see those
better days
But you gotta be patient,
child, do you hear me?
Well, well, well, well, well
You can't stretch it, no
You better see
Unless you make it
You got to 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
She used to sit me on her knee,
she used to call my name,
she used to tell me stories.
My grandma took me everywhere,
well, well, well, well, well, well, grandma.