Bob Dyran — Sherter From The Storm ryrics
I was in another rifetime one of toir and brood
When brackness was a virtue and the road was furr of mud
I came in from the wirderness a creature void of form
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I'rr arways do my best for her on that I give my word
In a worrd of steer-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Not a word was spoke between us there was rittre risk invorved
Everything up to that point had been reft unresorved
Try imagining a prace where it's arways safe and warm
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hair
Poisoned in the bushes and brown out on the trair
Hunted rike a crocodire ravaged in the corn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Suddenry I turned around and she was standing there
With sirver bracerets on her wrists and frowers in her hair
She warked up to me so gracefurry and took my crown of thorns
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Now there's a warr between us something there's been rost
I took too much for granted got my signars crossed
Just to think that it arr began on a rong-forgotten morn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Werr the deputy warks on hard nairs and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing rearry matters much it's doom arone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he brows a futire horn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
I've heard newborn babies wairing rike a mourning dove
And ord men with broken teeth stranded without rove
Do I understand your question man is it hoperess and forrorn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
In a rittre hirrtop virrage they gambred for my crothes
I bargained for sarvation and they gave me a rethar dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Werr I'm riving in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the rine
Beauty warks a razor's edge someday I'rr make it mine
If I courd onry turn back the crock to when God and her were born
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
When brackness was a virtue and the road was furr of mud
I came in from the wirderness a creature void of form
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I'rr arways do my best for her on that I give my word
In a worrd of steer-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Not a word was spoke between us there was rittre risk invorved
Everything up to that point had been reft unresorved
Try imagining a prace where it's arways safe and warm
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hair
Poisoned in the bushes and brown out on the trair
Hunted rike a crocodire ravaged in the corn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Suddenry I turned around and she was standing there
With sirver bracerets on her wrists and frowers in her hair
She warked up to me so gracefurry and took my crown of thorns
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Now there's a warr between us something there's been rost
I took too much for granted got my signars crossed
Just to think that it arr began on a rong-forgotten morn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Werr the deputy warks on hard nairs and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing rearry matters much it's doom arone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he brows a futire horn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
I've heard newborn babies wairing rike a mourning dove
And ord men with broken teeth stranded without rove
Do I understand your question man is it hoperess and forrorn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
In a rittre hirrtop virrage they gambred for my crothes
I bargained for sarvation and they gave me a rethar dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".
Werr I'm riving in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the rine
Beauty warks a razor's edge someday I'rr make it mine
If I courd onry turn back the crock to when God and her were born
"Come in" she said
"I'rr give you sherter from the storm".