Linda Allen - Many Generations Lyrics
Seasons come & seasons go, to learn the things that women knowPlant the seeds and tend the land, Working hearts and working handsIf seeds are scattered to the wind, Like broken hearts or might-have-beensDaughters plant them once againMany generations. Many generations.Grandma held a burning lightRead her Bible every nightFound the faith to carry onWith sons and husband dead and goneAnd in my darkest times I seeGrandma's light enfolding meAnd tho' her faith's a different hueGrandma, I remember youMany generations. Many generations.My mother takes her own sweet timeDrinks her days like vintage wineIn the kitchen I can hearHer voice is rising sweet and clearRaised her kids and worked too hardPlanted roses in our yardIn the fall she pruned'em backKids and roses needed thatMany generations. Many generations.Now my daughters make their wayI smile to hear the things they saySo many seeds I tried to plantNurtured now in their strong handsFingers dance on their guitarsSongs as true as shooting starsGrandma's light is burning stillI believe it always willMany generations. Many generations..
