“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”
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”
(John McCutcheon “Water from
Another Time”)
Oare cât din profitul realizat din calamitarea
României, din jefuirea apelor, munţilor şi pădurilor, din decopertarea solului,
nu a fost donat pentru construcţii de biserici, pentru Catedrala Neamului? Câţi „investitori” în industria de exploatare a lemnului, câţi mari proprietari
de pământ, patroni de cluburi de fotbal, de saloane de masaj erotic sau de
cazinouri nu sunt ctitori de biserici? Câţi clerici, de la preoţi parohi
la ierarhi, pot refuza asemenea oferte aparent de nerefuzat?
Sângele lui Hristos ne poate curăţa păcatele (dacă
le lepădăm și-l urmăm), dar nu poate curăţa apele de cianuri. Sângele lui Hristos
potoleşte setea doar dacă mai este apă bună în fântâni (cf. Ioan, capitolul 4).
Ultima picătură de ploaie din istorie va cădea în
pustie.
New mown hay on a July morn
Grandkids running through the knee-high corn
Sunburned nose and a scabbed-up knee
From a rope on the white oak tree
Just another summer's day at Grandpa's farm
With Grandma's bucket hanging off my arm
You know, the old pump's rusty but it work fine
Primed with water from another time
Grandkids running through the knee-high corn
Sunburned nose and a scabbed-up knee
From a rope on the white oak tree
Just another summer's day at Grandpa's farm
With Grandma's bucket hanging off my arm
You know, the old pump's rusty but it work 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
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 its patchwork scenes
I waltz with Grandma in my dreams
My arms, my heart, my life entwined
With water from another time
"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 its patchwork scenes
I waltz with Grandma in my dreams
My arms, my heart, my life entwined
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
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
Newborn cry in the morning
air
The past & future are wedded there
This wellspring of my sons and daughters:
The bone and blood of living waters
And, though Grandpa's hand have gone to dust,
Like Grandma's pump: reduced to rust,
Their stories quench my soul and mind
Like water from another time
The past & future are wedded there
This wellspring of my sons and daughters:
The bone and blood of living waters
And, though Grandpa's hand have gone to dust,
Like Grandma's pump: reduced to rust,
Their stories quench my soul and mind
Like 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
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
“Water from Another Time”, words
and music by John McCutcheon. Din albumul “Water from Another Time: a
Retrospective”, 1989.