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Shelter From the Storm

Bob Dylan / Bob Dylan: The Essential Bob Dylan (2000)

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'Twas in another life time, One of toil and blood.
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When blackness was a virtue - And the road was full of mud.
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I came in from the wilderness, A creature void of form.
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"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 has been lost. 
I took too much for granted - I got my signals crossed. 
Just to think that all began - On an uneventfull 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, lad, 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 wailin' - Like a mornin' 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 hill top village - They gambled for my clothes, 
I bargained for salvation - And she gave me a leathal 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 livin' in a foreign country, But I'm bound to cross the line. 
Beauty walks a razors edge, Someday I'll make it mine. 
If I could only turn the clock back - To when God and her were born: 
"Come in" she said, "I'll give you - Shelter from the storm." 


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