New mown hay on a July morn  Grandkids running through the knee-high corn  Sunburned nose and a scabbed-up knee  >From the rope at the white oak tree  Just another summer's day on Grandpa's farm  With Grandma's bucket hanging off my arm  You know, the old pump's rusty but it works fine  Primed with water from another time  Chorus: It don't take much, but you gotta have some   The old ways help the new ways come   Just leave a little extra for the next in line   They're gonna need a little water from another time  Tattered quilt on the goose down bed  "Every stitch tells a story", my Grandma said  Her mama's nightgown, her Grandpa's pants  And the dress she wore to her high school dance  Now wrapped at night in those patchwork scenes  I waltz with Grandma in my dreams  My arms, my heart, my life entwined  With water from another time  (Chorus)  Newborn cry in the morning air  The past and the future are wedded there  In this wellspring of my sons and daughters  The bone and blood of living water  And, though Grandpa's hands have gone to dust,  Like Grandma's pump; reduced to rust,  Their stories quench my soul and mind  Like water from another time  (Chorus)  (Chorus)  (c) 1985 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)  --submitted by Claire Knudsen