Emmylou Harris: Every Grain Of Sand
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
I love me some Emmylou. She's feeling it here, I think. Good stuff.
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