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 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

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p.s. : Et pour ceux qui veulent comprendre la complexité de la géographie des élections US et le pouvoir des cartes pour l'apprécier, on rappelle que Martin Lewis mettra en ligne aujourd'hui son 6e et dernier cours vidéo dans lequel il commentera en direct les résultats.

p.s.s. : Le site le plus complet pour trouver des cartographies des élections présidentielles US depuis les origines. Ici : 1860.

p.s.s.s. : Copyright Bob Dylan ©1974 Ram's Horn Music