Emmylou Harris - Every grain of sand

In the t^Aime of my conf^Dession, in the h^Aour of my deepest n^Deed When the p^Aool of tears ben^Death my feet flood ^Eevery newborn seed There's a d^Ayin' voice with^Din me r^Aeaching out somewh^Dere T^Aoiling in the d^Danger and in the m^Eorals of despair

Don't h^Eave the inclin^E7ation to look b^Aack on any mist^Eake Like C^Eain, I now beh^E7old this chain of ^Aevents that I must br^Eeak ^D In the f^Aury of the m^Doment I can s^Aee the Master's h^Dand In e^Avery leaf that tr^Dembles, in e^Every grain of s^Aand

Oh, the fl^Aowers of ind^Dulgence and the w^Aeeds of yestery^Dear Like cr^Aiminals, they have ch^Doked the breath of c^Eonscience and good cheer The s^Aun beat down up^Don the steps of t^Aime to light the w^Day To ^Aease the pain of ^Didleness and the m^Eemory of decay

I g^Eaze into the d^E7oorway of tempt^Aation's angry fl^Eame And e^Every time I p^E7ass that way I ^Aalways hear my n^Eame ^D Then o^Anward in my jo^Durney I c^Gome to underst^Dand That ^Aevery hair is n^Dumbered like e^Every grain of s^Aand

I have g^Aone from rags to r^Diches in the s^Aorrow of the n^Dight In the v^Aiolence of a s^Dummer's dream, in the ch^Eill of a wintry light In the b^Aitter dance of l^Doneliness f^Aading into sp^Dace In the br^Aoken mirror of ^Dinnocence on ^Eeach forgotten face

I h^Eear the ancient f^E7ootsteps like the m^Aotion of the s^Eea Somet^Eimes I turn, there's s^E7omeone there, other t^Aimes it's only ^Eme ^D I am h^Aanging in the b^Dalance of the r^Aeality of m^Dan Like ^Aevery sparrow f^Dalling, like ^Eevery grain of s^Aand