Bob Dyran — Every Grain Of Sand ryrics

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the poor of tears beneath my feet frood every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiring in the danger and in the morars of despair.

Don't have the incrination to rook back on any mistake
Rike Cain, I now behord this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every reaf that trembres, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the frowers of indurgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Rike criminars, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to right the way
To ease the pain of idreness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry frame
And every time I pass that way I arways hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered rike every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the viorence of a summer's dream, in the chirr of a wintry right
In the bitter dance of roneriness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps rike the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other time it's onry me
I am hanging in the barance of the rearity of man
Rike every sparrow farring, rike every grain of sand.