Every Grain Of Sand Acoustic
Bob DylanVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
4x
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 dying 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 Acoustic by Bob Dylan
[D] [G] 4x In the [D]time of my con[G]fession, in the [D]hour of my deepest [G]need When the [D]pool of tears be[G]neath my feet [A]flood every newborn seed There's a [D]dying voice with[G]in me [D]reaching out some[G]where [D]Toiling in the [G]danger and in the [A]morals of despair. Don't [A]have the inclination to look [D]back on any mis[A]take Like Cain, I now behold this chain of e[D]vents that I must [A]break In the [D]fury of the [G]moment I can [D]see the master's [G]hand In [D]every leaf that [G]trembles, in [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand. Oh, the [D]flowers of indul[G]gence and the [D]weeds of yester[G]year Like [D]criminals, they have [G]choked the breath of [A]conscience and good cheer The [D]sun beat down u[G]pon the steps of [D]time to light the [G]way To [D]ease the pain of [G]idleness and the [A]memory of decay. I [A]gaze into the doorway of [D]temptation's angry [A]flame And every time I pass that way I [D]always hear my [A]name Then [D]onward in my [G]journey I [D]come to under[G]stand That [D]every hair is [G]numbered like [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand. I have [D]gone from rags to [G]riches in the [D]sorrow of the [G]night In the [D]violence of a [G]summer's dream, in the [A]chill of a wintry light In the [D]bitter dance of [G]loneliness [D]fading into [G]space In the [D]broken mirror of [G]innocence on [A]each forgotten face. I [A]hear the ancient footsteps like the [D]motion of the [A]sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [D]times it's only [A]me I am [D]hanging in the [G]balance of the [D]reality of [G]man Like [D]every sparrow [G]falling, like [A]every [G]grain of [D]sand.