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Album: Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare & Unreleased, 1961-1991 (1991) Artists: Bob Dylan Angelina Blind Willie Mctell Call Letter Blues Catfish Eternal Circle Every Grain Of Sand Farewell Angelina Foot Of Pride Golden Loom Hard Times In New York Town He Was A Friend Of Mine House Carpenter I Shall Be Released I'll Keep It With Mine Idiot Wind If Not For You If You Gotta Go, Go Now If You See Her, Say Hello It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry Katrina's Fair * Kingsport Town Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie Let Me Die In My Footsteps Like A Rolling Stone Lord Protect My Child Mama, You Been On My Mind Man On The Street Moonshiner Need A Woman No More Auction Block Nobody 'cept You Only A Hobo Paths Of Victory Quit Your Low Down Ways Rambling, Gambling Willie Santa Fe Series Of Dreams

Song: Every Grain Of Sand Artists: Bob Dylan Favorite: Add Remove Bob Dylan Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare & Unreleased, 1961-1991 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 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, 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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