Lyric week – Day 7 – Bob Dylan "Shelter from the Storm"


Hey ho people! 🙂

This week is about lyrics, after the guys selection, here’s my choice. This time I won’t risk, I go back to basics and opt for one of the greatest song-writers ever. ever. and.. ever; Robert Allen Zimmerman.

He is one of the big names in protest songs. Indeed, versifying a bunch of harsh but meaningful messages made him famous and a really influential singer-songwriter. The king of folk influenced a generation, and songs such as “Like a Rolling Stone” or “Blowin’ in the Wind” have become anthems for society.


At this point, I will share with you one of my favourites songs; Shelter From the Storm (1976). What’s more, I don’t refer to the original but the version from the live record “Hard Rain”. Check the live performance and the lyrics here below!

’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”


As many of Dylan’s songs, there are numerous interpretations, and all are welcomed. Some people relate it to war, religion, or his divorce process and the regretful moment when one realizes of what has lost. Overall, this song somehow comforts me, and a feeling of warmth and “hope” on people arises. It feels like no matter which difficulty, you can always find the support or shelter needed. So, the world and us tend to screw it up… but there’s always a reason or motivation encouraging us to feel better and try to go in the right direction. (Maybe). (Hopefully). Anyway, I like to keep in mind we can be shelter from the storm!

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