# # #----------------------------------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 # # Db Bbm Db Bbm In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need Db Bbm Ab Absus Ab When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed Db Bbm Db Bbm There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere, Db Bbm Ab Asusb Ab Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Ab7 Db Ab Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake, Ab7 Db Ab Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break. Db Bbm Db Bbm In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand Db Bbm Ab Absus Db In every leaf that trembles and, in every grain of sand. Db Bbm Db Bbm Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Db Bbm Ab Absus Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good Ab cheer. Db Bbm Db Bbm The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way Db Bbm Ab Absus Ab To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. Ab Ab7 Db Ab I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame Ab Ab7 Db Ab And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. Db Bbm Db Bbm Then onward in my journey I come to understand Db Bbm Ab Db That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand. Db Bbm Db Bbm I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night Db Bbm Ab Absus Ab In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, Db Bbm Db Bbm In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, Db Bbm Ab Absus Ab In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. Ab Ab7 Db Ab I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea AAAb Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. Db Bbm Db Bbm I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan Db Bbm Ab Db Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand