Lyricist: Bob Dylan Composer: Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Shelter From The Storm
'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
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 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.
I took too much for granted,
I 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 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
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 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.