#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# From: Rick L [rickl1@IX.netcom.com] Sent: Wednesday, December 17, 1997 11:02 PM Artist: Emmylou Harris Title: Every Grain Of Sand written by Bob Dylan Source: From Emmylou Harris "Wrecking Ball" Asylum Records 1995 1981 Special Rider Music Daniel Lanois acoustic guitar Malcolm Burn organ Larry Mullen Jr drums Tony Hall bass Steve Earle acoustic guitar C# Bbm C# Bbm In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need C# Bbm Ab Absus Ab When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed C# Bbm C# Bbm There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere, C# Bbm Ab Asusb Ab Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Ab7 C# Ab Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake, Ab7 C# Ab Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break. C# Bbm C# Bbm In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand C# Bbm Ab Absus C# In every leaf that trembles and, in every grain of sand. C# Bbm C# Bbm Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, C# Bbm Ab Absus Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good Ab cheer. C# Bbm C# Bbm The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way C# Bbm Ab Absus Ab To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. Ab Ab7 C# Ab I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame Ab Ab7 C# Ab And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. C# Bbm C# Bbm Then onward in my journey I come to understand C# Bbm Ab C# That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand. C# Bbm C# Bbm I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night C# Bbm Ab Absus Ab In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, C# Bbm C# Bbm In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, C# Bbm Ab Absus Ab In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. Ab Ab7 C# Ab I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Ab Ab7 C# Ab Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. C# Bbm C# Bbm I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan C# Bbm Ab C# Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand