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by Emmylou Harris



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


                                                 
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
                                           Absus   
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
                                          
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
                              Asusb  
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
                                 Absus      
In every leaf that trembles and, in every grain of sand.
                                              
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
                                                  Absus
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good

cheer.
                                               
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
                                    Absus  
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
                                             Absus    
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
                                       
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
                                   Absus    
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 a perfect finished plan
                                          
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand