作词 : Bob Dylan 作曲 : Bob Dylan 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 dying 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 ****s 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 twinkling 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 sometimes it's only me Then onward in my falling I come to understand Like every sparrow falling like every grain of sand
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan [00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan [00:10.22]In the time of my confession in the hour of my deepest need [00:17.51]When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed [00:24.32]There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere [00:31.90]Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair [00:38.44]Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake [00:45.51]Like Cain I now behold this chain of events that I must break [00:52.58]In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand [00:59.75]In every leaf that trembles in every grain of sand [01:12.04]Oh the flowers of indulgence and the ****s of yesteryear [01:19.28]Like criminals they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer [01:26.59]The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way [01:33.55]To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay [01:40.68]I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame [01:47.71]And every time I pass that way I always hear my name [01:54.89]Then onward in my journey I come to understand [02:02.00]That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand [02:14.33]I have gone from rags to riches in the twinkling of the night [02:21.54]In the violence of a summer's dream in the chill of a wintry light [02:28.56]In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space [02:35.66]In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face [02:43.09]I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea [02:49.76]Sometimes I turn there's someone there sometimes it's only me [02:57.16]Then onward in my falling I come to understand [03:04.24]Like every sparrow falling like every grain of sand
