Bob Dylan - Shelter from the storm

When blackness was a vir^Atue and the ^Groad was full of mud ^DI came in from the ^Awildernes a c^Greature void of form

Come ^Din she said i'll give^D/A you ^Gshelter from the ^Dstorm ^{A G D} 2nd verse And if I pass this ^Away again y^Gou can rest for sured^D I'll always do my best ^Afor her on tha^Gt i give my word In a w^Dorld og steel eyed ^Adeath and men who are ^Gfighting to be warm Come i^Dn she said i'll give ^D/Ayou ^Gshelter from the ^Dstorm ^{A G D}