Emmylou Harris - Every grain of sand

^DbIn the time of my ^Bbmconfession, in the ^Dbhour of my deepest ^Bbmneed When the ^Dbpool of tears ^Bbmbeneath my feet flood ^Abevery^Absus newborn^Ab seed There's a ^Dbdyin' voice ^Bbmwithin me ^Dbreaching out some^Bbmwhere, Db Bbm Ab Asusb Ab Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Don't have the in^Ab7clination to look b^Dback on any mist^Abake, Like Cain, I now ^Ab7behold this chain of e^Dbvents that I must br^Abeak. In the ^Dbfury of the m^Bbmoment I can ^Dbsee the Master's h^Bbmand In ev^Dbery leaf that t^Bbmrembles and, ^Abin ever^Absusy grain of ^Dbsand. ^DbOh, the flowers of ^Bbmindulgence and the ^Dbweeds of yester^Bbmyear, ^DbLike criminals, they have ^Bbmchoked the breath of c^Abonscience^Absus and good ^Abcheer. ^DbThe sun beat down ^Bbmupon the steps of ^Dbtime to light the ^Bbmway To^Db ease the pain of ^Bbmidleness and the ^Abmemory^Absus of dec^Abay. ^AbI gaze into the ^Ab7doorway of ^Dbtemptation's angry ^Abflame ^AbAnd every time I^Ab7 pass that way I ^Dbalways hear my ^Abname. Then^Db onward in my ^Bbmjourney I ^Dbcome to unde^Bbmrstand ^DbThat every hair is ^Bbmnumbered like ^Abevery grain of ^Dbsand. ^DbI have gone from rags to ^Bbmriches in the ^Dbsorrow of the^Bbm night ^DbIn the violence of a ^Bbmsummer's dream, in the c^Abhill of^Absus a wintry^Ab light, In the ^Dbbitter dance of ^Bbmloneliness ^Dbfading into ^Bbmspace, In the ^Dbbroken mirror of ^Bbminnocence on ^Abeach ^Absusforgotten^Ab face. ^AbI hear the ancient ^Ab7footsteps like the ^Dbmotion of the^Ab sea Ab Ab7 Db Ab

^DbI am hanging in the ^Bbmbalance of a ^Dbperfect finished ^Bbmplan Like e^Dbvery sparrow ^Bbmfalling, like ^Abevery grain of s^Dband