Better Days

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 Oh, 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 wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep, oh... She saw the smile as she tucked me in Then she pulled out that old rocking chair once again But tonight she was slightly, remarkably different somehow Slowly she rocked looking half asleep Grandma yawned as she's stretched Then she's started to speak What she told me would mold me and hold me together inside! Yeah... She said, "All the things you ask you will know someday But you have got to live in a patient way God pull us here by fate and by fate that means better days" Now 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 to better days 'cause you make it through the night You gotta make it through the night, oh, 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 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 night gets in my way, I could still hear my Grandma say I... I... I can hear her say You can't get to no, no better days Unless you make it through the night Oh, you will see those better days But you gotta be patient, do you hear me now? Well, 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, you got to make it through the night, child Oh, Grandma, oh! Come on, do you see me now, lady? Oh... She used to sit me on her knee, she used to comb my hair She used to tell me stories, took me everywhere