Every Grain Of Sand歌词

Every Grain of Sand - Bob Dylan
In the time of my confession,

in the hour of my deepest need

When the pool of tears beneath
my feet flood every newborn seed

There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere

Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake

Like cain, I now behold this chain
of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment,
I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles,
in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence
and the ****s of yester year
Like criminals, they have choked the breath
of conscience and good cheer
Then 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 every time 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 wintery light

In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space

In the broken mirror of innocence
on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there,
other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man

Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand