Every Grain Of Sand

Artist Name: 
Bob Dylan
Every Grain of Sand D In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest
need. D A When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. D
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere D A toiling in the
danger and in the morals of despair. A D A Don't have the inclination to look
back on any mistake A D A Like Cain I now behold this chain of events that I
must break. D In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand D A D in
every leaf that trembles and every grain of sand. Oh the flowers of indulgence
and the weeds of yesteryear like criminals they have chocked the breath of
conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light
the way to ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. I gaze into the
doorway of temptation's angry flame and everytime I pass that way I always hear
my name. Then onward in my journey I come to understand that every hair is
numbered like every grain of sand. I have gone from rags to riches in the
sorrow of the night. In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a
wintry light. In the bitter dance of lonliness fading into space in the broken
mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. I hear the ancient footsteps like
the motion of the sea Sometime I turn, there's someone there, other times its
only me. I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan like every
sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.