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Shelter From The Storm

Bob Dylan


I was in another lifetime
One of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue
And the road was full of mud
I come in from the wilderness
A creature void of form
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

And if I pass this way again
You can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her
On that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death
And men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

Not a word was spoke between us
There was little risk involved
Everything up to that point
Had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where
It's always safe and warm
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

I was burned out from exhaustion
Buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes
And blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile
Ravaged in the corn
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

Suddenly I turned around
And she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists
And flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully
And took my crown of thorns
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm".

Now there's a wall between us
Something there's been lost
I took too much for granted
Got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began
On a non-eventfull morn
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails
And the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much
It's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker
He blows a futile horn
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

I've heard newborn babies
Wailing like a mourning dove
And old men with broken teeth
Stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man?
Is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

In a little hilltop village
They gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation
And she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence
And got repaid with scorn
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

Well, I'm living in a foreign country
But I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge
Someday, I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock
To when God and her were born
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

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