Every Grain Of Sand
Bob DylanVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
EADGBe
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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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Readable chord sheet for Every Grain Of Sand by Bob Dylan
EADGBe
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In the [D]time of my c[Gmaj7]onfession, in the [D]hour of my deepest [Gmaj7]need
When the [D]pool of tears be[Gmaj7]neath my feet [A]flood every [Asus4]newborn [A]seed
There's a [D]dyin' voice [Gmaj7]within me [D]reaching out [Gmaj7]somewhere,
[D]Toiling in the [Gmaj7]danger and in the [A]morals [Asus4]of desp[A]air.
Don't have the incli[A7]nation to look [D]back on any [A]mistake,
Like Cain, I now [A7]behold this chain of e[D]vents that I must [A]break. [G]
In the f[D]ury of the [Gmaj7]moment I can [D]see the Master's [Gmaj7]hand
In e[D]very leaf that [Gmaj7]trembles, in [A]every [A9sus4]grain of [D]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.