Every Grain of Sand Lyrics

Song	Every Grain of Sand
Artist	Bob Dylan
Album	Pure Dylan - An Intimate Look At Bob Dylan
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	作词 : 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 weeds of yesteryear
	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
	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 wintry 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

	zuo ci : 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 weeds of yesteryear
	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
	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 wintry 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

	zuò cí : 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 weeds of yesteryear
	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
	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 wintry 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

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