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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 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 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."
Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music
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