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 said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again
you can rest assured I ll always do my best for her
on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death
and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke 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 said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion
buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile
ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." Now there s a wall between us
somethin there s been lost I took too much for granted
got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." Well
the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much
it s doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker
he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." I ve heard newborn babies wailin like a mournin dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question
man
is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village
they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm." Well
I m livin in a foreign country but I m bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor s edge
someday I ll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said
"I ll give you shelter from the storm."

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