Bob Dylan – Shelter From The Storm Lyrics  Share

From Bob Dylan's album: Blood On The Tracks

^,Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came 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 an^, 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 standin^, 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, somethin^, there^,s been lost
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I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten 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 wailin^, like a mournin^, 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 an^, they 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 livin^, 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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