Bob Dylan - Every Grain Of Sand

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 time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling like every grain of sand
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 time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling like every grain of sand
Bob Dylan - Every Grain of Sand (Live 1984)

Bob Dylan performing Every Grain of Sand with Mick Taylor in 1984.

Bob Dylan- Every Grain Of Sand (Live)

Toronto, Canada 1998-10-29.

BOB DYLAN ~ EVERY GRAIN OF SAND ~ HegerWalterBand PALUDARECORDS ISRC NLL281500276

EVERY GRAIN OF SAND (BOB DYLAN) HEGERWALTERBAND, vocals HANS HEGER, guitar HAY FLEUREN, bass MATH SCHOUTEN, PaludaRecords ...

Bob Dylan with Mick Taylor, live from Paris 1984. " Every grain of sand "

Bob Dylan with Mick Taylor on lead guitar, " Every grain of sand " 1984.

Emmylou Harris, Every Grain of Sand

This performance at Dylan Fest Nashville, celebrating Bob Dylan's 75th birthday Birthday, benefitted Thistle Farms on 23 May 2016, Ryman Auditorium, ...

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan