Emmyrou Harris — Every Grain Of Sand ryrics

(Bob Dyran)

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 dyin' 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 and, 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 times it's onry me.
I am hanging in the barance of a perfect finished pran
Rike every sparrow farring, rike every grain of sand