Every Grain Of Sand
Emmylou HarrisVersion1
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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 and, 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 a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
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Readable chord sheet for Every Grain Of Sand by Emmylou Harris
[C#]In the time of my [Bbm]confession, in the [C#]hour of my deepest [Bbm]need When the [C#]pool of tears [Bbm]beneath my feet flood [Ab]every[Absus] newborn[Ab] seed There's a [C#]dyin' voice [Bbm]within me [C#]reaching out some[Bbm]where, [C#]Toiling in the [Bbm]danger and in [Ab]the mora[Asusb]ls of d[Ab]espair. Don't have the in[Ab7]clination to look b[C#]ack on any mist[Ab]ake, Like Cain, I now [Ab7]behold this chain of e[C#]vents that I must br[Ab]eak. In the [C#]fury of the m[Bbm]oment I can [C#]see the Master's h[Bbm]and In ev[C#]ery leaf that t[Bbm]rembles and, [Ab]in ever[Absus]y grain of [C#]sand. [C#]Oh, the flowers of [Bbm]indulgence and the [C#]weeds of yester[Bbm]year, [C#]Like criminals, they have [Bbm]choked the breath of c[Ab]onscience[Absus] and good [Ab]cheer. [C#]The sun beat down [Bbm]upon the steps of [C#]time to light the [Bbm]way To[C#] ease the pain of [Bbm]idleness and the [Ab]memory[Absus] of dec[Ab]ay. [Ab]I gaze into the [Ab7]doorway of [C#]temptation's angry [Ab]flame [Ab]And every time I[Ab7] pass that way I [C#]always hear my [Ab]name. Then[C#] onward in my [Bbm]journey I [C#]come to unde[Bbm]rstand [C#]That every hair is [Bbm]numbered like [Ab]every grain of [C#]sand. [C#]I have gone from rags to [Bbm]riches in the [C#]sorrow of the[Bbm] night [C#]In the violence of a [Bbm]summer's dream, in the c[Ab]hill of[Absus] a wintry[Ab] light, In the [C#]bitter dance of [Bbm]loneliness [C#]fading into [Bbm]space, In the [C#]broken mirror of [Bbm]innocence on [Ab]each [Absus]forgotten[Ab] face. [Ab]I hear the ancient [Ab7]footsteps like the [C#]motion of the[Ab] sea [Ab] [Ab7] [C#] [Ab] Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. [C#]I am hanging in the [Bbm]balance of a [C#]perfect finished [Bbm]plan Like e[C#]very sparrow [Bbm]falling, like [Ab]every grain of s[C#]and