歌曲名 Every Grain Of Sand (Live Nov 21, 1981)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

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 sometimes it's only me

Then onward in my journey

I come to understand

Like every sparrow falling

Like every grain of sand