Bob Dylan
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 says, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

Not a word was spoken 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 says, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

The deputy walks on hard nails
And the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much
It's the doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker
He blows a futile horn
"Come in" - she says, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"
"Come in" - she says, "I'll give you
Shelter from, 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
Shelter from the storm

Not a word was spoken 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 says, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"